#One piece x reader

[dollbrbie]

thinking about luffy who absolutely hates wearing condoms, always pouting whenever you make him wear one after your period came late one time and making you fear for the worst.

and while luffy didn’t actually get you pregnant, the thought alone sent your head back on straight, realising you definitely need to start using protection.

“but why? i can just pull out! it doesn’t feel as good with a condom..”, luffy tries to counter, pouting at your shaking head when you tell him for a final time, it’s sex with a condom or no sex at all.

however, luffy can be such a brat.

it doesn’t matter how firm you are or how hard you put your foot down, luffy always manages to get his way with you one way or another.

so here you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you raw with your legs resting on his shoulders as he pounds into your glossy pussy, holding back his triumphant smirk.

“see? doesn’t it feel so much better raw..?”, he asks so innocently despite the filth he was doing to you, smiling wide when he sees you nod your head mindlessly with pretty whines falling from your lips.

[inseobts]

Captain

characters: luffy, law, shanks, kid and ace

inspired by: 'Captain' - Kang Seungyoon || spotify || youtube || apple music

a/n: hope this doesn't suck tbh

words count: around 1.0k - 1.5k each

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Luffy:

The sun is hot on your back as you lean over the Sunny’s railing. Waves crash below, sparkling like tiny stars in the ocean.

You sigh, but it’s not a sad sigh, just… tired.

Luffy’s jacket hangs off your shoulders, far too big, smelling faintly of salt and him. He’d dropped it on you earlier without a word, like he always did. Just something that happened now, the way you always saved the last bite of your food for him, or how he tucked your hair behind your ear when you weren’t paying attention.

“Oi! You’re making a weird face!”

You jump a little, turning around fast.

Luffy’s standing behind you, hands on his hips, grinning like he knows something you don’t. Which he usually does.

“I am not” you say.

“You are” he says “That’s your thinking-too-much face. I don’t like that one.”

You squint at him “You don’t like my face?”

Luffy laughs and walks up, grabbing your hand “Nah. I like your laughing face way better.”

Your heart does that stupid flip again. Luffy is always like this… saying small, silly things that hit you like cannonballs. You wonder if he even realizes what they do to you, or if he just lives like this, naturally, saying the exact thing you need to hear without trying.

He tugs your arm “Come eat meat with me.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You will be when you see Sanji’s new meatball thing. He said he made it just for me. That means it’s good.”

You don’t want to argue, so you follow him. His hand stays in yours as you walk. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t even think about it, like holding your hand is the most natural thing in the world.

And maybe it is. Maybe with him, all the strange, lovely things you thought you'd never have just… are.

The kitchen is loud. Usopp and Chopper are arguing about who can eat more. Sanji is yelling at Zoro to stop drinking straight from the soup pot. Nami rolls her eyes at everything. And through it all, Luffy’s hand stays in yours until he lets go just to sit.

Luffy sits down at the table and pats the spot next to him “Here. Sit.”

You sit.

Sanji brings over a plate with a small mountain of meatballs.

“Special recipe” he says, setting it down.

“Only for idiots who eat too fast and the people dumb enough to love them.”

“Yay!” Luffy cheers “That’s me!”

You raise an eyebrow at Sanji. He just smirks and walks off.

Luffy hands you a meatball. You take it. You chew slowly. He doesn’t. He shovels in three at once and nearly chokes. You thump his back.

“Maybe you shouldn’t eat too fast” you say.

“Too good,” he says between bites “Can’t stop.”

You laugh a little. He grins at you with his mouth full, face messy, eyes shining.

And somehow, in that moment, you feel more at home than you’ve ever felt on land. You bump your foot lightly against his under the table and don’t pull it away. He nudges back without missing a beat.

Later, when everyone’s tired and full, and the stars are peeking out, Luffy sits on the deck with you again. He lies down and folds his arms behind his head.

“Did you still have the weird face?”

“No” you say softly.

“Good.”

There’s a pause. The wind is gentle tonight. Your fingers inch toward his on the wooden deck until they touch. He doesn’t say anything, just shifts his pinky so it loops around yours.

You look at him and wonder if he knows. If he knows how much he saved you. If he knows that before this ship, before him, life felt so small.

“You’re thinking again” he says without opening his eyes.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be your captain forever, y’know.”

You blink “What?”

Luffy opens one eye and smiles at you.

“Even if you leave the crew. Even if you fly away like a bird. I’ll still be your captain. Okay?”

Your throat feels tight. You don’t say anything. You just nod and lie down next to him.

The stars look different from here. Brighter. Bigger.

Just like everything since you met him.

That night you have a nightmare... you often dream of fire.

It’s not real, not anymore. But the smoke curls around your chest when you wake up, and your heart races like you’re still running.

You sit up fast, hand on your chest. You're sweating.

The bed is warm beside you, a tangle of blankets and the faint imprint of Luffy’s sleeping form. He must’ve gone when he felt you stir.

Outside, the sea is calm. The ship creaks gently like it’s breathing.

You step outside the bedroom, careful not to wake anyone. The deck is dark, quiet. The kind of quiet that feels too loud when you’re carrying a storm inside.

You lean on the railing, gripping it hard. Trying to stop your hands from shaking.

You don’t hear Luffy approach. You never do.

“Bad dream?” he says softly.

You nod.

He doesn’t ask more. He just sits beside you on the wooden deck, cross-legged like a kid.

You look at him. He’s staring out at the ocean.

You whisper, “I wasn’t a good person before this. I did some things... things I can’t forget.”

Luffy shrugs “That’s okay.”

You blink “Okay?”

“You’re good now.”

Your breath catches “But—”

“I don’t care what you did. I care what you do now. You protect people. You laugh with us. You love this ship.”

You bite your lip “Sometimes I think I don’t deserve to be happy.”

Luffy’s head tilts “Why?”

“Because I hurt people. I made bad choices.”

He frowns, serious now “Everyone hurts people. Even me. You ever see me not punch someone?”

“That’s different.”

“Why?” he says “Because I’m the captain?”

You open your mouth, then close it.

He scoots closer, his leg bumping yours “Listen. I don’t pick people because they’re perfect. I pick people who need a place. You needed one. So I gave you mine.”

Your eyes sting.

“And if you’re scared sometimes... that’s fine. I’ll be scared with you.”

You let out a shaky laugh “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Luffy grins “Thanks.”

Then he does something rare.

He reaches out and pulls you into a hug.

It’s warm and a little awkward, his chin bumps your shoulder, but his arms are strong. Solid.

Safe.

You lean into him, just for a second. Just long enough to feel like maybe… maybe you can breathe again.

“I still got you,” he says “No matter what.”

The next morning, you’re quiet at breakfast.

Not sad, just full in a way that makes your chest feel warm. Luffy sits beside you like always, stealing half your toast without asking.

You don’t stop him. You just shake your head like you always do and let your knee rest against his under the table.

“Oi, Luffy, chew!” Sanji shouts from the stove “Don’t scare them off with your lizard face.”

Luffy puffs out his cheeks “I am chewing!”

You shake your head “Barely.”

He grins at you with crumbs on his lips “You finally smiled.”

“Huh?”

“You smiled at me,” he says, like it’s some great discovery “I like that.”

You feel your cheeks heat up.

Chopper climbs onto the bench next to you “You look different today,” he says thoughtfully “Lighter.”

“Maybe you finally slept” Nami adds, sipping her coffee.

“Maybe someone got a good hug last night...” Usopp says, wiggling his eyebrows.

You nearly choke on your juice.

Luffy doesn’t react “I give good hugs.”

Zoro snorts from across the table “Not with those rubbery arms.”

You stare down at your plate, smiling to yourself.

Later, you’re helping Robin tie down books in the library when Luffy finds you again. He peeks in like a kid looking for snacks.

“There you are!” he says “Come with me.”

You follow him without asking where. That’s just how it is with Luffy. You trust him.

He takes you to the upper deck where it’s quieter. The sea stretches out endlessly, sky blue and soft.

He sits on the edge and pats the spot next to him. You sit.

“I was thinking,” he says, picking at the brim of his hat “About last night.”

You look at him, curious.

“You said you didn’t deserve to be happy.”

Your chest tightens again.

He leans back on his hands “But you look happy now.”

You nod slowly “I am.”

He grins “Told you. I’m a good captain.”

You laugh a little “You are.”

Then, softly, you say it “This happiness I have right now… it was gained simply by listening to you and following your lead.”

Luffy tilts his head, eyes wide and bright “Really?”

You nod “You gave me a place. You didn’t even know me, and you still let me stay.”

“I knew enough,” he says “You were lost. I don’t leave lost people behind.”

You look down, fiddling with the seam of your shirt “I think I was scared to feel like this. Like I belong.”

“You do.”

You glance up. His face is open, honest—Luffy in his rare, still moments.

“You really think I belong here?” you whisper.

He nods “You belong with me.”

Your breath catches.

Not “with the crew”.

Not “on the ship”.

With him.

── .✦ Law:

The storm isn’t just outside.

It’s in the way Law walks the deck—slow, sharp steps, as if each one might cut the wood beneath his feet.

You watch from where you sit near the stairs, arms tucked around your knees. He hasn’t spoken in hours.

The sky above is black. Thunder grumbles like it’s trying to decide if it wants to scream.

He doesn’t flinch.

“Go inside” he says suddenly, without looking at you.

You stay where you are.

“I said—”

“I heard you.”

Silence again.

Then: “The wind’s picking up.”

“I’m fine.”

He turns his head just enough to glance at you, eyes narrowing “You’re stubborn.”

You shrug “You’re angry.”

“I’m thinking.”

“Loudly.”

He exhales through his nose—one of those short, sharp sounds that’s not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh.

You unfold your legs and stand, walking slowly until you’re beside him. Close, but not touching.

Close enough to feel the heat of him. Close enough that if you leaned in just slightly, your shoulder would brush his. But you don’t. Not yet.

“Is it about the intel?”

“No.”

“Then it’s about the crew.”

“No.”

“Then it’s about you.”

He says nothing.

The waves crash hard against the hull. Somewhere below deck, Bepo is probably pacing, waiting for the worst of the storm to pass.

But Law… Law doesn’t wait for anything. He carries storms inside him and tries to outpace them with silence.

You speak softly “Be at ease.”

He turns to look at you now, not annoyed, just… tired.

Your hand drifts to his arm, fingers barely grazing the fabric of his sleeve. You step in, gently, like approaching a wild thing. Like you’ve done this before—offering comfort without taking anything away.

“Let me watch your back now,” you continue, voice steady “My captain.”

His eyes search your face like he’s reading something in a language he forgot long ago.

“I don’t need—”

“I know.”

You take a step closer, your fingers brushing his coat sleeve.

“I’m not offering because you need it. I’m offering because you deserve it.”

His jaw tightens.

You shift your hand just enough to slide your fingers into his, letting them rest there—quiet and warm.

“Someone has to carry the weight when you can’t,” you add “Let it be me, even if it’s just tonight.”

For a long time, he doesn’t respond.

Then finally, he murmurs, “You talk too much.”

You smile “And yet you’re still listening.”

He doesn’t smile back but his shoulders drop, just slightly. And when the next gust of wind hits, he doesn’t flinch.

Because you’re there.

Because someone’s finally watching his back.

You lean in and press a kiss to his shoulder, not dramatic, just grounding. A promise. You feel him shift slightly toward you, almost imperceptibly.

The storm passes, but the cold stays.

You and Law sit under the overhang near the helm, out of the rain but not the wind. The ship creaks with each wave, but now it’s calmer. The kind of quiet that always feels like something is waiting.

He hasn’t spoken since you told him you’d watch his back.

But he’s still here.

You’re still here.

And that’s something.

You let your head rest lightly against his shoulder. His arm doesn’t move for a long moment, then slowly, tentatively, he curls it behind you, just enough that your bodies lean into one another.

“I thought you’d leave” he says at last, voice low.

You glance at him “When?”

“After Dressrosa. After the Doflamingo fight. Most people would’ve.”

“I’m not most people.”

He makes a soft sound in his throat, something between agreement and disbelief.

Then he says it.

“I didn’t expect you to stay this long.”

You blink “Did you want me to go?”

“No” he says too quickly. Then quieter “I just thought you would.”

You wrap your arms around your knees, watching the wet deck glisten under the moonlight.

“People leave you a lot, don’t they?”

He doesn’t answer.

You don’t need him to.

You reach over and take his hand again, threading your fingers through his with the same steady warmth you always give him. Your thumb traces soft circles over the back of his hand.

You take a slow breath and shift to face him more fully.

“You don’t always have to be the one doing the saving, Law.”

His head tilts, just slightly.

You lean forward but not too close, just enough to be clear.

“I’ll protect you now.”

The wind blows your hair into your face. You don’t move it.

He’s staring at you like he doesn’t understand the words. Like no one’s ever said them to him before and meant it.

“You think I need protection?” he asks, but there’s no bite in it. No challenge.

You smile “I think you’re tired of carrying everything alone.”

For a second, just a second, his expression softens.

Not in a dramatic way. Not like in the stories.

But his eyes lose that sharp edge.

He leans back against the wood behind him, shoulders dropping just a bit more than before. As if, maybe, he’s letting the idea settle.

Letting you settle.

You shift closer again and kiss his cheek, soft and slow, just near the corner of his mouth. He closes his eyes like he’s soaking in the quiet.

You don’t push it. You just sit with him, in the silence, your presence a quiet promise:

He’s not alone anymore.

The cold settles around you both like a second skin, but here, pressed close, there’s a different kind of warmth.

You lean into him slowly, head resting against his chest this time, right where you can hear his heartbeat. At first, he’s stiff. Not resisting, but still wired tight, like his body doesn’t quite remember how to relax.

You wrap your arms around his middle, pulling him into a soft, secure hold.

He lets out a breath against your hair. It’s quiet. Almost disbelieving.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore,” you murmur into his coat “Not with me.”

You feel it when something in him finally begins to loosen. Not all at once. Not dramatically. But like a knot unspooling deep inside.

His hand comes up, hesitant at first, then rests on the back of your head. His fingers thread gently into your hair, and you close your eyes at the feeling.

He doesn’t speak.

You tilt your face up toward him.

His gaze meets yours, wary, but no longer guarded. He’s let you in. At least a little. Enough.

You smile softly “Come here.”

And before he can argue, before he can overthink it, you press your lips to his.

One kiss.

Then another. Then another.

Soft and fast, like raindrops. Like a flurry of promises falling out of you all at once, impossible to hold back.

You kiss the corner of his mouth, his top lip, the edge of his jaw, then back to his mouth again.

With each kiss, you whisper:

“I will protect you now”

“My boss”

“My leader”

“My hero”

“My captain”

“My love.”

And something in him just… gives.

His breath hitches. His hands tighten around you, not pulling you away, but drawing you in. Letting you have him like this.

He exhales like surrender. His voice is barely above a whisper.

“…Fine. Do whatever you want.”

You press your forehead to his, smiling against his skin.

“I already am.”

And he doesn’t push you away. He doesn’t retreat behind silence.

He stays.

Wrapped up in your arms. Your warmth. Your words. Your kisses.

For once, Law lets himself be held.

── .✦ Shanks:

The first time you see him, it’s not on purpose.

You’re in a quiet port town, just passing through. Hiding, really. The kind of hiding that doesn’t involve running, it just means standing still long enough for the world to forget you.

Then the bar door opens.

And he walks in like he owns the ocean.

Red hair. Wide grin. A laugh that fills the room before he even speaks.

“Oi, Benn! I told you I could smell meat from a mile off!”

You glance up once and then away. You know who he is. Of course you do. Red-Haired Shanks. One of the Four Emperors. A name that carries storms.

You sip your drink and try not to look again.

It doesn’t work.

He notices.

You end up at the same table, somehow. He’s charming like that, pulls people in like the tide.

“What’s your story?” he asks casually, swirling his drink.

You shake your head “No story.”

“Everyone has one.”

“Not me.”

He smiles “You’re a terrible liar.”

You laugh despite yourself. It’s small. But he hears it.

“You’ve been drifting,” he says “I can tell.”

You pause “That obvious?”

He shrugs “Only to someone who’s done the same.”

Later, you’re sitting with him by the docks, the sea stretching out like a painting. He’s quieter now. Thoughtful.

You speak without meaning to.

“On a sea called loneliness… I’d come to lose my way.”

He turns toward you slowly, listening.

“My vision was dark. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t even know what I was looking for.”

Shanks doesn’t interrupt.

“But a single sailboat came close.”

He smiles faintly.

“And that happy ending became our story.”

He chuckles under his breath “You’re poetic when you’ve had rum.”

You smile, but it doesn’t fade.

“You’re the first person who didn’t ask me to explain why I left. Or who I used to be.”

“I don’t care who you were,” he says gently “Only who you are when you’re with me.”

The sea breeze lifts your hair. His eyes flick to it, and stay there a moment too long.

You don’t speak again for a while. There’s no need.

Two drifters. One sailboat. And, maybe, the start of something that doesn’t have to end in loneliness.

Years Later

The sun hangs low, golden and lazy, casting soft light across the deck of the Red Force.

Shanks is half-asleep in a chair near the railing, hat pulled down over his eyes. You’re sitting not far, feet propped up, notebook balanced on your knee. You don’t write often, at least not like this, but today feels different.

You glance at him. He’s relaxed, arms crossed loosely, the breeze playing with the hem of his coat.

Years ago, he was chaos walking. A whirlwind with a smile.

Now?

He’s still chaos. But he���s yours.

You smile and press your pen to the page.

“On a sea called L-O-V-E,

The sunlight dazzles as it reflects upon the water.

On that sailboat over there, are two people—

Just a captain and a sailor.

And that happy ending is our story.”

You pause.

Then close the notebook, leave it on the small table beside him, and go below deck. You don’t say anything. You don’t need to.

Later, just before dinner, he finds you in the galley. One arm wraps lazily around your waist from behind, pulling you in.

“I read what you wrote” he murmurs near your ear.

“Oh?”

“It was missing one thing.”

You raise a brow, glancing back at him “Yeah?”

He presses his forehead to yours “The part where the sailor becomes captain of the captain.”

You laugh, soft and full.

“In your dreams maybe” you tease.

“In our story” he corrects, grinning.

You shake your head and kiss him anyway.

It’s meant to be quick, teasing, familiar.

But Shanks doesn’t let go. His hand cups the back of your neck, thumb brushing the edge of your jaw as he kisses you again, slower this time. Deeper. Like he’s been waiting all day for this one quiet moment.

You melt into him. The galley fades, the ship fades, even the sea feels quieter.

When you finally pull apart, your forehead rests against his. Neither of you speaks right away. You don’t need to.

He closes his eye, brushing his nose against yours “You still take my breath away, you know that?”

You smile against his lips “Even when I’m just trying to steal your coat?”

“Especially then.”

He leans back, just enough to reach into his coat pocket and pulls out something small, wrapped in an old cloth. He unwraps it with care, revealing a silver ring etched with faint waves.

“Was gonna wait,” he says softly, “but then I read what you wrote.”

Your breath catches.

“It’s not a proposal, not exactly,” he continues, “but it’s a promise. That whatever seas we sail, whatever storm hits… I’m yours. No matter what.”

You stare at the ring, heart swelling in your chest “Shanks…”

He slides it onto your finger, his touch feather-light “You don’t need to wear it if you don’t want. I just... I just wanted you to have something that says what I can’t always say.”

You take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles “You already say it. Every time you look at me like I’m not just part of your crew, but like I'm part of you.”

He chuckles, a little unsteady “You are.”

The kiss you give him now isn’t playful. It’s reverent. Grateful. Fierce and fragile all at once.

Afterward, you whisper, “My captain. My anchor.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then your forehead, murmuring between each one:

“My light. My home. My heart.”

Later, beneath a sky dusted with stars, you lie curled in the hammock together—his coat draped over both your shoulders, his hand resting over yours, thumb absently brushing the ring now on your finger.

He presses a kiss to your temple and murmurs, “I used to chase the horizon. But then I found you.”

You smile into his chest.

“I’ll chase it with you,” you say softly “As long as you want.”

He holds you tighter.

“Forever sounds good to me.”

And with the steady lull of the sea beneath you and the warmth of him around you, you sleep in the safest place you’ve ever known.

── .✦ Kid:

The ship is on fire.

Well, not literally. But that’s what it feels like after the ambush.

Scorched sails. Blood on the deck. Your ribs ache, bruised or maybe cracked, and Killer’s bleeding from his arm, trying to stop Heat from collapsing.

Kid is in the middle of it all, rage and metal, torn coat, growling orders no one can follow fast enough.

“Damn it, where’s WIRE?!”

“Dead if we don’t patch him now!” you shout back, dragging your half-burned jacket off to wrap someone else’s wound.

He doesn’t answer. His jaw is clenched tight, eyes scanning everything like he’s trying to hold the whole crew together with nothing but anger and magnets.

But you’re not afraid.

You’ve seen him like this before. Broken knuckles. Cracked teeth. And still standing. Still fighting.

Still trying.

He doesn’t realize you’re next to him until your hand grabs his shoulder.

“Kid.”

He glances at you, blood across his cheek, chest rising like a storm trying not to explode.

“We’re not dead,” you say “We’re still here.”

He scoffs “Barely.”

You shake your head “You always think surviving means losing.”

“Because it is,” he snarls “Every fight takes something from us.”

“Now just breath” you snap, stepping closer “Look at me.”

His eyes go wide.

You don’t blink.

“I’ll follow you. I’ll follow you ‘til the end of my days.”

The words hit the air like thunder, loud, real, and permanent.

You lift your chin with your biggest smile.

“YES, SIR.”

Something shifts in his face, not softness, not yet. But a crack. A flicker. The kind of look someone gets when they realize they’re not alone.

His voice is low.

“You’re not scared of me?”

You grin.

“I was.”

“And now?”

“I’m yours.”

And for once, Kid doesn’t argue.

He just takes your hand, calloused and shaking, and holds on like it might be the only thing left that doesn’t burn.

The ship’s quiet now.

Not peaceful but quiet. The kind of silence that settles after screaming, after gunfire, after the medics say “He’s gonna make it” and you finally let yourself breathe.

You check on everyone first. Heat’s stable. Killer’s stitches are clean. Wire’s conscious.

Only after you’ve made sure the others are resting you walk down the hall to his door.

It’s half open.

You knock once anyway.

“…It’s open” Kid’s voice grunts from inside.

You step in.

He’s sitting on the edge of his bunk, shirt off, fresh bandages wrapping his torso and arm. His metal hand is still twitching from leftover stress—little sparks crackling at the edges.

He doesn’t look at you at first.

But he doesn’t tell you to leave.

You shut the door and walk over, slow and calm, like approaching a wild thing that might still bite.

“You good?” you ask softly.

“Peachy” he mutters, eyes on the floor.

You eye the bruise on his jaw “Looks like it.”

He grunts, but says nothing more.

You stand there for a few long seconds. Then you exhale, toss your jacket to the side, and without asking, climb onto his lap, straddling him gently.

He stiffens a little “The hell are you—?”

“Shut up.”

He blinks. You settle your weight down, arms looped around his neck, foreheads almost touching.

His breath slows.

“…You’re gonna make me soft” he mutters, voice rough.

“You are soft” you say, brushing his hair back from his face.

He huffs “Right.”

You smile.

Then, quietly, honestly, you speak “My hero.”

His jaw tenses.

“My captain.”

He doesn’t meet your eyes.

“Every day in this world feels like a battle… but you’re the captain who brought me to my victory.”

He looks up at that.

There’s a flicker of pain, disbelief, maybe guilt. He shakes his head.

“We lost.”

You don’t flinch. You bring a hand to his cheek, cupping it firmly.

“We all survived.” You lean in, eyes locked with his “Is it really a loss?”

The words hang between you, heavy and warm.

He stares at you for a long, long moment. Then finally, his voice low, almost gravel, he says “…No.”

You nod.

“Good,” you whisper “Now let me hold you until your stupid brain believes it.”

He lets you.

He even wraps his arms around you, tentative at first, then tight, like maybe you’re the anchor he didn’t know he needed until tonight.

You rest your forehead against his, feeling the tension bleeding out of him inch by inch.

His metal hand settles at your back, warmer than it should be. Steady.

“You always this bossy?” he grumbles, voice low but not annoyed. Almost… fond.

You grin “Only when you’re being dramatic.”

“Dramatic? I got impaled.”

“And still talking,” you say sweetly, brushing your nose against his “Clearly not fatal.”

A quiet sound escapes him, not quite a laugh, but really close. He pulls you closer, jaw pressing to your shoulder, voice muffled against your skin.

“You scare the hell out of me sometimes.”

You smile “Good. Keeps you on your toes.”

You shift slightly, just enough to ghost a kiss across his cheekbone. Then another, soft at the corner of his mouth. Then one more right on his lips, softer and a bit longer.

He exhales, like you’ve stolen all the fire out of him with that one simple touch.

You whisper against his mouth, “I meant what I said.”

“I know.”

“My hero.”

He groans lightly “You’re gonna kill me with that shit.”

“My captain” you say again, this time planting a kiss under his jaw.

“I’ll throw you overboard” he warns half-heartedly, pulling you tighter.

“No you won’t.”

He doesn’t argue.

You rest your head against his chest, listening to the slow thump of his heart, and he buries his fingers in your hair like it’s the only thing grounding him.

“You’re the only thing that makes this worth it” he mumbles after a while.

You grin again, eyes closed “Took you long enough.”

“Shut up.”

You don’t.

You just nuzzle in closer, his warmth surrounding you, his heartbeat steady against yours, and for once, even on a ship held together by bolts and scars and sheer, everything feels unshakably, impossibly whole.

── .✦ Ace:

The waves crash steady against the ship, stars scattered across the sea like someone spilled the sky.

You’re sitting on the edge of the deck, legs swinging over the side, the ocean dark beneath you. Most of the crew’s asleep. Only you and him are still awake.

Ace drops down beside you, barefoot and shirtless, sea breeze ruffling his hair. He smells like smoke and salt and freedom.

"You're gonna fall in one day" he says, nudging your leg with his knee.

You glance over "Then you better be ready to dive in after me. Oh wait, you can't even swim anymore!"

He grins "I'd like to see you try drowning."

You bump your shoulder into his "I did once, remember? Before you even formed this crew... That's how we met."

He goes quiet.

You weren’t joking.

Neither was he, when he dragged you back to the ship half-dead, coughing seawater, chest heaving as he yelled your name like it was the last thing keeping him afloat.

That was the first time he held you like something fragile.

And the first time you knew he’d never let go.

You look out at the sea again "You saved me."

"Hm?"

"Back then. And now. All the time, really."

He leans back on his hands "You act like I’m some hero."

You shake your head "No. You're not a hero."

He laughs "Gee, thanks."

You turn to him, steady “I'm your sailor. You're the captain. You saved me from drifting.”

He blinks. His grin fades, not in a bad way, just... softer. More real.

“I never saved anyone” he says after a second.

“You did, and I'm not talking about that time...” you whisper “You just don't realise it.”

He doesn’t speak, but you feel his hand brush yours, fingers grazing yours like he wants to hold on, but doesn’t know how.

So you do it first.

You intertwine your fingers with his, firm and warm.

“I didn’t follow you ‘cause you saved me that day” you murmur “I followed you ‘cause I finally felt seen.”

He swallows hard.

Then says your name... just your name, but it sounds like a promise.

Not grand. Not dramatic.

Just true.

And that’s all you ever needed.

Years Later

For once, everything’s quiet. No Marines, no missions. Just you, a sleepy harbor, and one very shirtless fire-user leaning against the rail with a half-eaten orange in hand.

You step outside, towel-drying your hair from the bath, and lean beside him.

He grins at you like always, like you’re his favorite sight in the world.

You smirk.

“Hey, Captain.”

Ace groans immediately, tossing the orange peel at your feet.

“You still call me that?” he says, exasperated “It’s been years since I stopped being a captain, Y/N. Drop it already…”

You shrug innocently “But it suits you.”

Before he can roll his eyes harder, you lean in and plant a quick, soft kiss on his lips.

Then whisper, just close enough for him to feel your breath “My boss. My leader. My hero. My captain.”

Ace exhales like you’ve just made his heart do a backflip, but he plays it cool... barely.

“Ugh,” he groans dramatically, gently pushing your face away with one hand “Can’t you just be a cute lover and call me… I don’t know, boyfriend? Honey? My love?”

You blink at him, lips twitching, then smirk.

“Alright, sure. How about... Flamey Hot Dumbass Supreme?”

He stares at you.

“...That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

You grin wider “What? It’s affectionate.”

Ace covers his face with one hand, groaning “What was I even thinking that day I confessed to you and kissed you...”

You press a kiss to his cheek “That I was the only person who could make your life this fun.”

He huffs but he doesn’t argue.

He just pulls you closer, tucking you under his arm, and lets the sunset burn quietly around you both.

The laughter fades slowly.

Ace still has his arm around your shoulders, thumb brushing slow circles on your upper arm. You rest your head against his bare chest, listening to the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat.

The orange-sweet breeze brushes past. The sun’s dipped lower now, gold turning to pink.

He doesn’t speak for a long while.

And then softly, without teasing “You’ve been sitting next to me all this time…”

You glance up, and there’s something in his eyes that makes your chest squeeze.

“Yeah” you whisper “Where else would I go?”

Ace lets out a breath that almost sounds like disbelief. His fingers move up to touch your cheek, warm and careful.

“I was so busy back then. Fighting. Running. Trying to prove something. I didn’t even see it at first.”

“See what?”

“You” he says “Of course.”

You smile, nudging his nose with yours “Took you long enough.”

His other hand finds your waist, pulling you gently closer until your knees are nearly in his lap. His voice drops “I love you.”

You blink, heart thudding.

He’s said it before, during arguments, in bed, drunk off sake. But this time? This time it’s bare, and slow, and steady.

You wrap your arms around his neck and whisper against his lips:

“I love you too, firebrain.”

You’re both smiling into the kiss when—

“Yo.”

You freeze.

Ace groans out loud, forehead thudding against your shoulder as Marco’s voice cuts you.

You both turn, Ace’s hand still on your thigh, your face flushed, as Marco stands with a completely deadpan expression.

“Am I interrupting?”

Ace doesn’t even lift his head “You think?”

Marco shrugs “Well, you're not in your room, you know? That’s basically an invitation.”

You’re trying not to laugh as Ace flips him off without looking.

“Five minutes, Marco” you plead.

Marco holds up his hands, already walking off “Sure, sure. Just letting you know dinner’s ready... lovebirds.”

Ace groans again, shoving his face into your neck as you laugh harder.

“I swear I’m gonna set that pineapple on fire.”

“Sure you are, Captain.”

“…Don’t start.”

[dl-yum]

3 months vs 3 years relationship with ace

🐸: its been a while I decide to continue writing I've been inactive for years and now I'm back hihihi

3 Months

3 Months in relationship with ace is scary

Not because of girls who always fall in love or flirt with him

But also you can’t predict him

You know many thing about him but it feel there’s more he keep hiding

This thing make you feel insecure not only in your relationship but on your own

Thatch one time saw you crying in the back of moby dick and you end up telling him about how you feel about your relationship with ace (which he end up telling Marco who end up telling to pops and end up pops having a TALK with ace )

3 years

3 years relationship with ace is peaceful

After the TALK with pops ace learn to open up little by little with you which a huge step for your relationship

Normal days always contain you Two in bed talking about what happen to your both own day

Ace never forget to give you kiss in morning and night

Thatch,Marco and pops will never proud when they see ace run to you like a kid and tell you about what happen or what he feel

One time there’s a heated moment with the division commanders in one of the meeting and he feel really frustrated than fighting with other commander or just being silent he stand up and say “I need a moment “ and then walk out

The crew find out he is in your room whole day (he is ranting)

@dl.yum

[zorosgirlfriend]

monster trio ~ !! they catch you playing with your boobs

warnings: ehhh, i kinda dunno. boob squishing? teasing, you let them squish it, you moan the few times they squish it, a lil suggestive but no smut happens.

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Monkey D. Luffy

You were alone in the your room, stressed out, mumbling to yourself while unknowingly squeezing your chest like stress balls.

That’s when Luffy walked in, stretching.

“Hey, y/n, have you seen my-”

Pause.

Blink.

Head tilt.

“…Why are you squishing your boobs like mochi?”

“LUFFY?!”

You yelped and jumped back, arms flying to your sides. “N-NO REASON!”

He blinked again. “Can I try?”

“WHAT?!”

“They look fun!” he grinned.

You chucked a pillow at him, red-faced. “OUT!”

“Okay okay!!” He laughed as he retreated. “You’re so weird, I love it!”

You thought about it for a moment.

“Fine,” you said, crossing your arms.

“You wanna try?”

You said while blushing.

His eyes lit up like he just saw meat.

“Really?!”

Luffy said with sparkles in his eyes.

You nodded, cheeks warm.

“Just once!”

You shouted.

He reached forward like he was holding sacred treasure…

Squish.

He blinked.

“…Whoa. It’s like jelly but warmer.”

“LUFFY—”

He squished again.

“This is amazing. I didn’t know boobs were this fun!”

You swatted his hands away, face on fire. “Okay that’s enough!!”

“But it’s soothing! Like stress balls with feelings!”

You tackled him with a pillow before he could compare them to mochi again.

And before you knew it, he squished it again.

Squish.

You gasped.

“Ahn—!”

Luffy blinked. “Did you just moan?!”

You slapped your hands over your mouth, wide-eyed. “I—I didn’t mean to!! Reflex!!”

He stared… then burst out laughing. “You sound like Usopp when he eats something too spicy!”

“LUFFY!!”

You tried to run but he grabbed you by the waist.

“Do it again!”

“NO!”

“Please? It was funny!!”

You kicked your feet as he giggled nonstop. “You’re not allowed to squish anything ever again!!”

You said jokingly while giggling as well, feeling kinda turned on.

Roronoa Zoro

You didn’t think anyone was around, so as the stress hit, your hands went up to your chest… squish squish.

“Ughhh…”

Before you knew it, Zoro was already standing in your door.

“What the hell are you doing?”

He said while smirking.

You nearly passed out from how fast you turned.

“Z-ZORO?!”

He was just standing in the doorway with a single raised eyebrow.

“I… was… thinking.”

You said trying to defend yourself.

“By fondling yourself?”

He said while chuckling.

“They’re comforting!”

You pouted.

He shrugged, trying not to smirk.

“Tch. As long as you're not asking me to hold 'em for you.”

You turned red. “I wasn’t—!”

“Yet,” he said, smirking.

“ZORO!”

You stared at each other for a moment.

"Can I try?"

Zoro said with pink ears.

You thought about it.

"Fine..."

You said while looking away flustered.

He gave you a flat look. “Wait—you’re serious?”

You huffed, turning red. “Don’t make it weird, okay? You were curious.”

Zoro blinked… then shrugged.

Squish.

“...Huh.”

“What?”

“They're… firmer than I thought.”

Squish.

“…Excuse me?”

“I mean—they’re soft too! I didn’t mean—I wasn’t—”

You took this as an opportunity to tease him.

You smirked. “You’re blushing, swordsman.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, pulling his bandana down over his face.

You kissed his cheek.

“...Definitely better than dumbbells.”

He mumbled.

He gave them one more squish.

Squish.

“Ah—!”

You froze.

Zoro froze.

Your face turned crimson. “I-I didn’t—!!”

He raised an eyebrow, flustered but smug.

“...You good?”

“No I’m not good!! That wasn’t supposed to come out!!”

He leaned in closer. “Sounded kinda real to me.”

“ZORO!!!”

You shoved his face away while hiding yours in your hands.

“Maybe I’ll squish ‘em again when you least expect it.”

He chuckled.

You squeaked and nearly fell off the bed.

Vinsmoke Sanji

You were grumbling about something and squish squish, you didn’t even realize what you were doing until...

“Mon amour…”

You froze.

Sanji was standing in the doorway, blushing like mad and clutching his nose as he nosebled.

“S-Sanji?! I didn’t hear you come in!!”

You said blushing profusely.

“I must’ve died and gone to heaven…”

He collapsed to his knees.

“IT’S NOT LIKE THAT!

You said feeling even more embarrassed.

“Is it some sort of secret ritual?! Should I leave you be? Or—or volunteer to help?”

He said with a teasing tone.

“SANJI!!”

You yelled.

“Just say the word, my love.”

He winked through the blood trickling down his nose.

You threw a towel at his face while screaming.

"Can I squish them too?"

Sanji said with those signature heart eyes of his.

You look around for a moment before giving in.

"Arghh, fine!!"

You said while blushing again.

“You really mean it, mon amour?”

He said like he just went to heaven.

You nodded shyly.

“Only because you looked like a kicked puppy earlier.”

He dramatically collapsed to his knees.

“This is the greatest honor of my life."

Feeling like he just won the lottery.

“SANJI.”

You yelled out.

He composed himself carefully and gently.

Squish.

He made the most dramatic gasp.

“So soft�� so divine…”

Almost getting his nosebleed in your sheets.

“Don’t faint”

you teased.

“Too late”

He whispered, sinking with hearts in his eyes.

“They’re better than dreams… I’ve touched heaven…”

You had to fan him with a towel while muttering.

“This is your fault, y/n…”

Before you knew it.

Squish.

“Aah—!”

you accidentally moaned out loud.

Sanji stiffened, ears red.

“W-Was that… a moan?!”

Your soul practically left your body.

“NO!! I mean yes but no!!”

He covered his nose like it was a nosebleed emergency.

"I’m gonna pass out. I’m gonna die. You’re too powerful.”

You waved your hands frantically.

“Sanji, don’t faint!!”

He collapsed onto the floor, muttering.

“You moaned… I lived for this moment…”

You whined, “Why am I like this?!”

He peeked up and whispered.

“Do it again?”

You told him to get out because you felt like you were about to explode.

[kotaro-yumekuma]

He seems like the type who’s pretty serious about grooming—bet he shaves everything but his jaw every morning. Also kinda want him to just help himself to my lotion without saying anything.🧴

Image 1 Marco (thinking): Lately my skin’s been feeling really dry. Image 2

(left): E-Emulsion...? What even is that...? (note: 🌸’s skincare)

(top right): Part of being a well-groomed man... (spray sound) Pshhh...

(bottom right): Y/N: Press it gently into your skin like this… If you ever want tips, just let me know anytime.♡ 　Marco: ...I’ve been caught using it in the next room…

[sh4nksslvt]

Taste Like Home

When Luffy catches you getting a little too friendly with another crew, he pulls you aside mid-adventure to reclaim your lips—and remind you exactly who you belong to.

LUFFY X GN!READER | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, ooc, jealous luffy, chaotic romance a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe n akward word count: 1k

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: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

Luffy was not the jealous type. At least, not openly.

He didn’t throw tantrums. He didn’t scowl. He didn’t sulk (okay, maybe a little). But when he missed you, when his chest ached in that weird, warm way it did only when you weren’t close enough—he did act.

It started with a weird silence during breakfast.

You were laughing at something Sanji said while Luffy... just stared at you from across the table, pancake hanging halfway out of his mouth. Big, dark eyes locked onto yours like a hawk, not blinking, not smiling—just watching.

You had to wave a hand in front of his face.

“Yo, Captain Daydream, you good?”

He blinked slowly, tilted his head. “You smell different.”

You raised a brow. “Hygiene. You should try it sometime.”

He didn’t laugh. Just got up and walked around the table, leaning close enough that you had to lean back.

“You’re not wearing my shirt,” he murmured.

The crew froze.

Zoro snorted into his cup. “Are we at that stage now?”

You rolled your eyes. “It was dirty, Lu. I washed it.”

Luffy’s mouth twisted like that was the worst answer imaginable.

.

.

The crew had docked on Coral Cove Island—a little fishing town lined with rainbow-painted docks and salty air. The mission was simple: stock up, unwind, don’t blow up any buildings this time.

You, of course, had wandered off with your own list and ended up running into a friendly crew called the Shellbacks. They were loud, fun, and competitive. Naturally, you’d challenged their swordsman to a spar, beat him in five minutes, and somehow became their new honorary crewmate by the time Luffy arrived.

And Luffy?

He didn’t like that.

He sat on the nearby barrels, arms crossed, hat low over his eyes while you ruffled one of the Shellback’s hair and cheered at their stories.

“Y/N,” he called out flatly.

You turned. “Yeah?”

“Time to go.”

You blinked. “I just got here—”

“We’re leaving.”

Your eyes narrowed. He was already walking away, back tense.

The Shellbacks looked at you with raised brows.

You sighed. “Guess Captain needs his emotional support human.”

.

.

“Okay, what’s up with you?”

You caught up with him halfway down the dock, tugging on his vest until he stopped. His jaw was set, pout forming.

“You were gonna stay with them instead of me.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned. “We were talking.”

“You sparred with their swordsman.”

“And?”

“You laughed like you do with me.”

You paused. That made your brows furrow, a little sting in your heart at how small his voice got.

“Lu... are you—jealous?”

He squinted at you. “I don’t know. I just didn’t like it. You’re my crew. My favorite.”

You softened. Luffy didn’t know the words for most feelings, but he felt them hard. Deep. All-consuming.

“I wasn’t replacing you,” you said gently. “You’re kind of... impossible to replace.”

His eyes flicked to your mouth. “Still not wearing my shirt.”

You snorted. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Mm.”

And then he stepped close—one hand sliding to your waist, another catching your chin.

“Lu?”

“Just wanna check something.”

And he kissed you.

.

.

It started soft. Almost unsure. His lips moved over yours like he was remembering the shape of them. His hand tightened around your waist as his nose brushed your cheek, breath warm and sweet with leftover syrup.

Then you kissed back.

Your hands fisted in his vest, pulling him close, swallowing the low noise that rumbled in his throat. Luffy pushed forward, walking you backward until your back hit a wooden post. His hat tilted with the movement, casting both your faces in shadow. He grinned against your mouth.

“You still taste like me,” he murmured.

You tugged his hair lightly. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“I missed your flavor.”

You laughed. “You’re such a dork—”

He kissed you again, harder this time.

His tongue swept past your lips without warning, and you gasped—he stole the sound, lips slanting deeper, chest pressing to yours. You melted, caught between the warm wood and your captain’s sun-kissed body.

By the time he pulled back, both of you were breathless.

He licked his lips.

“Still missed it.”

You wheezed. “You’re insatiable.”

Luffy just grinned. “Duh. I’m a pirate shishishi.”

.

.

By the time you got back to the Sunny, your face still felt warm.

Nami raised a brow. “You two disappear and now your mouth’s swollen?”

“Bitten by jealousy,” you mumbled.

Luffy happily dropped down next to her. “I won.”

She blinked. “Won what?”

He wrapped his arm around your waist from behind, pulling you down beside him. “Y/N.”

You squirmed. “I’m not a prize—”

“You’re my prize,” he said, absolutely shameless.

Zoro grunted. “Disgusting.”

Usopp nodded solemnly. “I agree for once.”

Luffy just nuzzled into your neck, lips brushing your ear.

“You’re not allowed to taste like anyone else.”

Your heart stuttered.

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

.

.

You found yourself unable to sleep. The sea was calm, the sky blanketed with stars, and the moonlight pooled silver across the Sunny’s deck.

Luffy found you again. He always did.

You felt his presence before you heard him—warmth against your back, arms curling around your middle.

“I meant it,” he said into your neck.

You leaned back into him. “I know.”

He tilted your chin again, gaze heavy with something almost too intense to name.

“I don’t know how to say it like Sanji or that talking snail you like—”

You chuckled. “It’s called a novel.”

“Whatever. But I do know you’re mine.”

You raised a brow. “Oh, possessive now?”

His grin widened. “SHISHISHI only with you!”

He kissed you again—slower, deeper, hands tracing your hips with the kind of reverence usually reserved for treasure maps. You arched into it, threading your fingers through his hair, gasping softly when he licked into your mouth like he had all the time in the world.

He did. For you.

He was the Pirate King in the making, after all.

And you? You were already the treasure.

[sabos-husband]

Hi! was hoping for a request (this might get really specific) reader as a strawhat member who grew up with luffy (by extension also ace and sabo) back in foosha village, but actually used to be a slave for the celestial dragons before she arrived there, maybe never told luffy because in her mind, luffy was the epitome of freedom and she was ashamed of her past. The scenario I had in mind for the reveal was maybe in the middle of battle, her clothes gets torn and her mark is seen, maybe some strawhats have an idea of that mark is (maybe jinbei, robin and alike) while others don't (ussop? maybe?), while making the enemies ridicule her and how the strawhats react, but you can choose another scene that you think are more fitting! i just wanted to see how you'd write luffy because i love your writing style! the way you write flows perfectly and it's never out of character, you're my current fav writer on tumblr! so thank you!

★ Around the World

Reader and Monkey D. Luffy ★

Fishman Island Spoilers!! ~ Straw Hat!Reader ~ Feminine Reader (she/her) ~ Hurt/Comfort

a/n: Aww, that's so sweet of you! I appreciate that so much! Specific asks are wonderful, it makes it easier to write something as close as possible to what you want. Thank you for the request <3 I put the majority of this between Fishman Island and Punk Hazard, but there aren't major spoilers. Sorry this took a while!

As well, there's description of the reader's history with slavery and the trauma that came from that. I left it vague for the most part, though.

For so much of your life, Luffy's been a constant. Even when you ran around Gray Terminal with Sabo and Ace, terrorizing all the people you could find for all the money you could grab, Luffy wasn't far behind for most of it. It took the Bluejam Pirates torturing Luffy for hours before his loyalty dawned on the three of you.

It then took Bluejam setting fire to Gray Terminal for you to truly consider Luffy special.

When Sabo took to the sea, swallowed by flame, you held Luffy tight as he wailed. When Ace left for the sea, aided by nothing but a burlap sack on his shoulder and the wind in his sails, Luffy had promised he would follow. When Luffy left for the sea, you were there, standing by his side. His very own first mate, meant to weather the Grand Line by his side.

You hoped with all your heart it'd stay that way. You hoped that it was all he'd know about you—you, his first mate, with nothing else of her past beyond the Grey Terminal's walls and Foosha Village's people.

Of course, nothing you want ever comes so simply.

You can still remember the shrieks of laughter that burst from Luffy as you both clambered into barrels—it made sense that he would wind up into trouble on the sea, but the first day takes the cake!

Your life has been non-stop ever since. From the very moment you both step foot on Shells Town with Koby in tow, the crew grew and grew to numbers that made your pride in Luffy bloom.

Zoro was tough with a sword and reliable when you need him, but his difficulty with directions always made your head spin. Nami was quick with her hands and quicker with her mind, just like how she could never stand to let a Berri slip by. Usopp was sharp as a tack with his constant innovations and steady sharpshooting, even when he ran at ten knots an hour away from danger. Sanji was nothing short of a first-rate chef and one of the strongest men you knew, despite how often he lost himself in the wild pursuit of women.

Then there came the Grand Line. It brought Chopper, Robin, Franky, Brook, Jinbei; thinking about the people Luffy drew to himself never failed to bring a smile to your lips. It's not like you could ever speak against them for their affection towards the captain—it's what brought you away from the safety of Foosha Village as well, skirting past the World Government you hated and feared for all your life.

It's like second nature, how much you love Luffy. Every single one of you would give anything for your captain.

"Anything" changes for you sometimes, though. Late into the night, long after the moon took its place in the sky, you wrestled with the dark. Could you keep this secret from your captain? From Luffy, the person you've known all your life?

(No, you'd remind yourself, not all your life.)

You think of the little boy you grew up alongside with, with a smile so bright you had to shield your eyes. The wind whipping his hair and threatening to carry away his straw hat as he lights up with laughter. You think of how your captain looks at you with the stars in his eyes, declaring that he will be the next King of the Pirates, and you believe him with all your heart.

Even after Ace died, his flames swallowed up in magma, you were there two years later. Luffy had gone through hell and back with you—couldn't that be enough?

It was thoughts like those that kept your secrets to yourself.

It was some foolish, childish part of you that thought you could have kept it up forever.

~

The day was as usual. It was nice, even. You had just finished helping Sanji with the groceries—to his chagrin, of course.

As much as he adores your company, he detests making such a sweet lady do manual labor for him, and he lets you know. Often. It was charming for the first while, but by the time you help Sanji put away the groceries, you're just glad it's over with.

The snack he rewards you after with, though, makes you sure that you'll help him next time. After he waves you off to begin lunch prep, you're quick to escape back to the docks.

You have some time to kill, you think. It's the last stretch until the log pose is finished setting and you've sort of lost track of the group... Thinking back, Zoro and Usopp got tied together, so you don't have to worry about searching for the poor swordsman. Nami stole Chopper to carry the clothes she was planning to get with Robin, while Brook and Franky were the ones assigned to watch the ship. That just leaves you with... Oh, seas.

There's a burst of screams that tear through the town's square, punctuated by a shriek of excited, almost maniacal laughter.

You're missing Luffy.

You're off like a shot towards the commotion before you can even think, weaving and pushing your way past the people. The crowd thickens as civilians shove past you. It's like swimming up river, but with every step you take, that familiar laughter gets closer.

When you finally burst from the mob, your feet catch on an unconscious marine. You stumble forward.

It's like breaking through a shield into a bubble—a ring of civilians gather to enclose Luffy as he's circled by marines, too duty-bound to flee but too cautious to fight.

Your captain hasn't put nearly as much thought into his approach. He barrels fists-first into the nearest hoard; the soldiers go flying like playing cards against a cannon. Sure it's charming, but he was supposed to be on board the Sunny, like, a hour ago.

So, Luffy deciding to gather the marines?

It sure isn't ideal.

Gathering your courage and tossing aside your exhaustion, you steel your nerves to storm the castle and extract your captain. And speak of the devil; Luffy whips his head around to stare at you.

"Oh! Hey!!" Luffy yells, with just a bit of manic glee. Great. You step forward—

—And a marine steps in your way. Really great.

As you fall into your fighting stance, you watch your captain dart from view. Well, whatever. You'll find him after you kick this guy's ass.

The marine wielded an odd weapon, like brass knuckles with claws soldered onto the palm. He hadn't bothered to clean the last victim's blood from it, and if the rust near the joints were to tell you anything, it was clear that he neglected to clean the blood of anyone from the weapon.

It feels like a warning.

It feels like a trophy.

Your captain rockets past him without a second thought (it's unlikely there was ever a first thought) to explode into another group of soldiers. It's like dynamite dropped in a haystack, the way navy officers go flying here and there.

The marine's eyes fall on you.

You can barely remember the fight afterwards, shamefully. You remember how it starts though.

He lunges at you with the speed of an animal, his clawed hands outstretched to sink into your flesh.

You dodge, he pivots, you aim to strike before he finds his footing—every move you make is to drive you closer to Luffy so you can cut and run.

Your mindlessness makes you sloppy. You don't even notice the way you're babying your secret, cradling it away from the fight. Of course that fucking marine notices.

Seas, you don't even know this marine's name, and yet he could still read you like a fucking book.

It's your last mistake.

When he slips to the side, too close for comfort, you jump back. His hand raises to tear out your eyes.

You raise your arms to guard, falling for the feint—the marine weaves past you, bearing his claws, and digs into your flesh.

It's over before you can even feel the pain.

You barely hold back a yell as you leap back, clutching your body. Warm blood trickles down the strike until it stained your clothes, sending panic shooting up your spine.

Like a curse from whatever gods left, that damn marine had struck you where you were weakest. There wasn't any time—by the time you whip around to clutch the wound, to hide your shame, it was too late.

"That pirate! She's... branded!"

A chorus of gasps tear through the crowd like a terrible symphony. You cling to the ribbons of your ruined attire like it could still save you.

Shadows claw at your vision as you struggle to breathe. Warm blood trickles down your limbs and your mark aches with a fresh, searing pain—it's grown with you, stretching over your skin in a reminder you can only try to forget.

You hear Robin gasp like she was struck herself. Oh seas, when did she arrive? You want to tuck yourself into a ball and hide from the prying eyes boring into your skin. You're sure she understands, if only because she shares your terror of who gave you this cross to bear, but it scares you. Somewhere, Usopp murmurs to her, "what is that?"

They know. They know.

The marine barks out in a fit of laughter, teeth bared and fingers curled around his claws. "What the hell is Straw Hat doing with government property?"

You think of Foosha Village, dodging your family and bathing in the river at night. You think of the clothes you had to give Makino back, too ridden by fear to wear them.

You think of your crew, sleeping soundly while you were working up the nerve to change your clothes in the dark. You think of Nami, with her skin graft and her new tattoo and the jealousy so strong you choke on it every time you see it. You think of how no one knows what was before that pinwheel tattoo except for the people she wants to know.

You think of your captain. You think of Luffy.

Oh seas, Luffy.

Tears cloud your eyes as you struggle to breathe. When you turn to your captain, you can barely see him—your vision swims, revealing splotches of color you'd recognize anywhere.

His haki rolls off in waves, so suffocating you can taste his rage on the back of your tongue. You see soldiers buckle and civilians collapse.

Your words escape before you can even think.

"Luffy, help...!"

A fist rockets past you. The sound of crunching bone hits you as air whips your cheeks. A mangled yell of pain is the last thing you hear from the marine.

"She doesn't," your captain growls, "belong to anybody."

~

You're brought into the medbay as soon as the Sunny left the docks. The silence is suffocating. You could barely look at Chopper as you shed your clothes, letting it slip until your shame was bare.

If you could guess, you'd bet it was nothing but professional courtesy that's keeping Chopper from reacting. That fucking mark takes up almost the entirety of the flesh, like a wound that can never heal.

The young doctor is kind when he cleans the blood. His touch hovers above your laceration when you hiss and tense. He's patient too, only continuing his work when you allow him to.

You hate this. Seas, you fucking hate this. You slump forward when Chopper continues his work.

You both pretend to not notice the tears that fall.

When he backs away, wound cleaned and bandaged, you don't turn to look him in the eye. You just turn your head and nod at Chopper.

The doctor straightens up like he always does after he works, but there's a new nervousness to him. His hooves are pressed together, like he's trying to quell the shaking. It makes you grit your teeth.

"The wound isn't bad," he says quickly, "but you'll need to rest. As for t-the rest, I couldn't..."

You nod. "Thanks, Chopper. You don't have to worry about... that. You're the best."

You watch the tension evaporate as he grins at you, leaning side to side. "That doesn't make me happy, you bastard!" He giggles, spinning. He sways a bit longer before he tamps it down, clearing his throat.

"But," he says clearly, "you can talk about it—"

"—Chopper—" you try to say.

"—Listen! It's important!" Chopper stands straighter like it'll give him the confidence his next words demand. "I-If you don't want to talk about it to me, it's okay. But... you should talk to someone. Nami, or Robin, or maybe- maybe if we call Jinbei, he would understand—"

"Chopper," you cut through. It hurts your heart to see the young doctor wilt. "It's okay. Thank you, but I'm alright."

"Okay... But- consider it? Please?"

You look away. "I will," you murmur.

Even though you don't see his face, you know Chopper knows you're lying. You know he won't push you farther, though. He hops down off his stool, shucks off his doctor's coat, and offers you the spare clothes Nami had lent you. She was kind enough to waive the fee this time too. You can't find it in you to appreciate it.

Chopper turns away as you get dressed again, which makes you smile. It makes you feel like you have some control again.

(You can't help but study your bandages. They're wrapped snug around you, but the edges of the brand sticks out like a hand print seared into your skin. You can still see the three pointed claws under the stark white of gauze.

It's the first time in a while you've really observed it. Every other time you forced yourself to look, all you could see was the red-hot brand and the wicked smiles of the demons who held it.

It's just as ugly as you remember.

You wish you had killed that marine, even if it wouldn't have changed anything.)

When you finish getting dressed, you signal to Chopper. He turns around, offers you a smile too bittersweet for someone of his youth, and reaches for the door.

"Oh, Luffy," Chopper comments idly. You can't stop how you flinch at the sound of his name.

You were dreading seeing him. It makes you want to cry again; how long has it been since you've dreaded being near Luffy?

The ringing in your ears swallow up the gentle words Chopper offers. Your bandages crush your ribs as you try to breathe—there isn't enough air, like that fucking marine took it all when he- when he—

The hands on your face smell like sun-warmed rubber. It's hard to say they're cradling your face, when Luffy just smacked his palms against your cheeks and squished them together until you were looking at him. When you blink, he blinks back at you.

"Are you there?" Luffy asks simply.

"Um, y-yes Captain," you force out. He nods thoughtfully.

Though, Captain isn't the right moniker. You aren't talking to isn't Captain Monkey D. Luffy, world-renowned Worst Generation pirate, capable of toppling kingdoms and challenging the World Government, feared by the powerful and adored by the powerless.

No, the boy in front of you is simply Luffy. The Luffy you've cherished since you were small, with a smile so bright and a heart so full—for all your life, you've never known how you got so lucky to have him.

Luffy pushes you to sit before he flops down next to you, bobbing with the mattress springing under his weight. You avoid his eye.

"You have something," Luffy states simply. It isn't a question, nor an accusation. It makes you flinch regardless—through all your tears, you can barely see the way your hands ball into fists in your lap.

He waits until you can find your words once again. It's kinder than you deserve.

"D-Do you- want to see it?"

"I don't care." Luffy just sort of... tilts his head at you. "I want to see you."

It's such a simple sentiment. It makes you feel like you've swallowed a thousand blades.

"I'm-... I didn't- I'm sorry, Luffy," you force out. The nails you dig into the stark white gauze don't put any pressure into the skin below it. Luffy frowns anyways.

"You can't apologize," he states simply. "You don't have to."

"But I- I lied—"

"It's okay." Luffy kicks his feet out. "I know you. I don't care about the rest."

All your words slip from your mind. If Luffy minds the silence, he doesn't show it.

Shame floods your chest. All these years hiding your past, unraveled just like that. You stare at your lap.

"They," you admit softly, "had me for so long. I- I never thought I'd be free."

He doesn't respond. You don't need him to—the words rush out before you can think. You stare into your open hands.

"W-When I escaped, I promised myself something. I said, they'll never control me ever again. But- I just... I've always been so scared! It's like- It's like I never even left—"

"Sabo is dead," Luffy says suddenly. "Ace is dead."

When Luffy looks forward, it isn't at Chopper's desk. It isn't at the medicine scattered along its surface, nor is it the kit the doctor had used to patch up your wounds. No—Luffy's gaze pierces farther, looking past the desk and the ship and the sea.

When Luffy looks forward, it's into the fire he left behind.

"But you aren't. You escaped. You're here with me."

Even without words, you understand. You can see the fire, too. "I am."

"You're not theirs anymore. You're mine," Luffy says just as suddenly, "but you aren't mine."

You don't respond. You wouldn't know how even if you tried.

Luffy turns to you with the same inferno that swallowed up your shared home. "You're my crew. You're my first mate. But I don't own you. No one does. That brand doesn't mean anything."

Before you can gather your thoughts, you feel Luffy's hand press his straw hat into your lap. It feels as warm as the sun he had been standing in just moments before. Luffy grabs at your hands to wrap them around its brim.

"You don't belong to anybody."

You could cry.

Luffy shakes your shared hold. "Say it."

"I-I..." You sniffle, "I don't..."

Luffy's eyes don't look away from you. They aren't mean, nor are they worried—they're fierce, just as sure of your power as they were the day he met you.

"I don't," you say finally, "belong to anybody."

When you collapse into his arms, shaking with every sob that wracks through your body, there is no shame when his hands brush over your mark. All you feel is warmth as he pulls you tighter.

You're not property. You're free.

You're a pirate—and no one is freer than a pirate.

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

blood gushed from his wound to your fingertips, the hilted blade in your hand stabbing deep into the flesh of his back. his glanced at you from over his shoulder, the only display of pain being the smallest twitch of his eye.

“surprised? i already told you, this relationship was purely transactional. this was more or less business to me. if one of us dies, then so be it.”

your words almost make the corner of his lips twitch into a smirk. almost. he’s been stabbed in the back both literally and physically, though the physical pain was one that he could play off.

but now he stares down at your exhausted body, a thin sheen of sweat on your skin as you lie on his bed like you own the place, clinging to his clothes as if they your own personal stuffed animals. he smirked, the events of the night replaying in his mind like a broken record.

“transactional my ass.”

YAMATO ENDO (wbk), itoshi sae, KARASU TABITO, MICHAEL KAISER (bllk), manjiro sano, HAITANI RAN, haitani rindou (tokyo revengers), ATSUMU MIYA, TSUKISHIMA KEI, kuroo tetsuro (haikyuu!!!), GETO SUGURU (jjk), TRAFALGAR LAW (one piece)

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Necessary Clarification.

Request: Omg can we pls get a sanji comfort fic where y/n is a little insecure bc she notices sanji treats her differently than other girls, she thinks that maybe he doesn’t think she’s pretty enough thinks of her as one of the bros or something. Unbeknownst to her sanji is like madly in love with her and didn’t know to to deal or confront his feelings so when he finds out about her doubts he’s like running to her and putting those bad thoughts to rest. Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Sanji Vinsmoke x F!Reader

A/N: Sanji hurt/comfort???? Sign me up!!

Word Count: 2,636

Also, this header honestly doesn't relate to the fic at all but doesn't my man look so good??????

"Here you go, Nami-swan~! Robin-chan~!"

Trying to make your anticipation less obvious, you ignore the way your body instinctively shuffles as Sanji's voice carries across the ship. As usual, there's a sway to his voice as he calls out to the only two other female members of the crew, a tray of drinks in his hand.

Nami, Robin and you were currently sat by Nami's tangerines, chatting and relaxing under the hot sun. There was still a bit of ocean to cover before you all arrived at the next island to reset the log pose, so everyone on the ship was doing their own thing. You knew Zoro was training, as he normally did around this time, while Usopp, Luffy and Chopper were entertaining themselves somewhere on the ship as usual. You couldn't see Franky or Brook, but clearly whatever they were doing was enough to keep them occupied.

Of course, Sanji's "own thing" involved dining and serving the ladies of the Thousand Sunny to his best ability.

The drink he sets down in front of Nami is a bright blue, topped with ice and a straw and looking something sweet. Robin's drink, although milder, looks just delicious. Both drinks are served to the women with a swish and a smile from Sanji, as Robin nods in thanks and Nami oblidges Sanji's wishes with a gentle; "thank you, Sanji-kun."

He admonishes them with a bright grin, and then, finally, turns to you. The lovesick look in his eyes at your two friends softens into something more tame as he meets your awaiting gaze. You try not to make your hopeful gaze so blatantly obvious but by the way Nami and Robin are both watching the interaction, you figure you aren't be so subtle.

The final drink left on the tray is set before you, with a little less florish but still as presented as nicely. Anything Sanji made always looked delicious, so, that fact isn't all that surprising.

"And here you are, Y/N."

Just like that, the hope deflates. It might seem silly (and you know it is), but the lack of an affectionate honorific like Nami or Robin's makes your heart ache. And it isnt just that--Sanji's actions with you are much more serious and done with far less exaggeration.

You've watched, time and time again, Sanji all but bend over backwards for everyone woman he's crossed paths with. It isn't just your crewmates, but strangers and enemies alike. Sanji rarely didn't have heart eyes when a woman was in his sights and even more so was he ever not declaring his love, care and affection all in one breath at them. He'll call them the sweetest names, speak to them with the softest of tones, always filled with warmth.

But with you? He never did.

When he talked to you, he didn't declare his love for you. He didn't have heart eyes. You were always just "Y/N" and nothing else. He still did anything you asked, but it wasn't in the way he did Nami, Robin or anybody else.

You shouldn't care. And you probably wouldn't, if your own heart didn't soar for Sanji. But it did, incredibly and painfully so. You'd felt that way about him since you'd first laid eyes on him, way back when Luffy had first invited you to join the crew.

And although watching him all but drop to his knees and declare his love for a woman not five seconds later, your heart had already chosen him and you'd been unsuccessful in changing its mind.

But clearly, your feelings wouldn't be returned. Sanji didn't even think you pretty enough to treat you like the rest, let alone actually return your feelings.

Keeping your eyes trained on your drink, you nod; "thank you, Sanji." Your voice is small, muffled. You don't see it, but Sanji frowns at the clear upset tone of your voice, but he doesn't express his concern, meeting Nami's eyes whose strangely glaring at him before heading back to the kitchen.

The second Sanji is out of ear shot, Nami is leaning towards you.

"Y/N--"

"You know what?" You cut off before she can even start, suddenly pushing yourself to your feet as Nami and Robin blink up at you in concern. "I'm actually not feeling well. I think the sun is a bit too much. I'm just gonna lay down, I think."

You're standing before Nami or Robin can get a word in otherwise--albeit they try. You purposefully ignore their calls of your name, ignoring the slight pang of guilt at having not even drank the drink Sanji prepared for you.

But, really, if you thought about it, he probably just made it for you because he felt bad otherwise. Not because he wanted to like he did Nami and Robin. And certainly not because he cared about you in any romantic way.

Really, you should just get over your feelings for him. It was only hurting you more in the end anyway.

-

"Nami, I really don't--"

"Just trust me, please?"

Staring back at Nami, you sigh. You could never really deny her when she looked at you like that (or really ever), so you know you've lost even before the words leave your lips.

"Fine," you huff, letting her continue to drag you back onto the Thousand Sunny despite the nerves twisting your insides. Nami hadn't really told what it was she was planning, but you figured it couldn't be anything good.

Especially after she'd all but dragged you with her the second the Thousand Sunny had docked at a new island that morning. She hadn't given you a chance to argue otherwise or for anyone to even aid you as she pulled you off with her.

She'd ended up dragging you to a clothing store. The first one she could find. When you expressed her confusion, she'd made up some lie about wanting to gift you a new outfit for all that helped you'd given her during your last battle.

When you'd reminded her that the two of you had been separated, she'd simply shushed you. And when that clothing store didn't have what she wanted, she'd dragged you to a different one and then another until she was satisfied.

You knew better than to argue with Nami, so you'd simply let her doll you up in different clothes all day.

Now, with the sun setting and adorned in new clothes that seemed far too fancy for someone who lived on a pirate ship, she was dragging you back to the Thousand Sunny without a single explanation.

Your answer, however, is given to you the second her eyes fall on Sanji.

He turns at the arrival of Nami (because you knew his excited smile wasn't for you), eyes twinkling and grinning ear to ear, only to pause sharply when his eyes fall on you.

You feel vulnerable in a way you never had, chest tightening as you watch him take you in.

"Sanji," Nami calls, grinning ear to ear and purposefully lacking the affectionate 'kun' she adds to the end of his name. "Me and Y/N went shopping today."

Eyes flickering from you, to Nami, then back to you, Sanji visibly swallows. "I can see that."

There's the briefest twitch in Nami's jaw, a sharp sigh leaving her mouth as the rest of the crew watches in curiosity. Then, with a bit sharper of a voice, she asks; "don't you think Y/N looks pretty in her new outfit?"

You breath hitches, turning to Sanji as you wait for him to respond.

Only, he never does.

His lips part as if to say something, but no words leave his lips. His eyes flicker back and forth from you, to Nami, to something past you, clearly uncomfortable.

Something aches painfully in your heart.

"Sanji," Nami calls again, this time her voice has a tinge of anger as she finally lets go of your wrist and stomps towards Sanji. "Just what--"

But you stop her before she can finish, grabbing her by the arm and desperately trying to bite back the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes.

"Nami, don't... don't worry about it," you cut in, voice cracking at the end. Both Nami and Sanji's eyes snap towards you, but you focus on Nami, desperately trying to keep what little of your dignity you have left. "It's okay."

"Y/N, you don't--"

"No, please, stop," you all but beg. You know Nami is just trying to help, but it's only making things worse. And Sanji weirded out. "It's clear Sanji doesn't... Sanji is uncomfortable, Nami. So just drop it."

A tear manages to slip past your defenses and the humiliation burns in you.

Nami, parted lips and stunned, stares back at you, unable to say anything. You then realize how the rest of the crew is watching, and the look on Sanji's face as he stares back at you hurts even more.

Without a single look back, you turn and run off the ship.

-

Sanji watches you run off, bewildered.

The entire crew does and silence follows as your footsteps grow further and further away until you're completely gone. And the silence follows for a second more, Sanji still trying to process whats even happened, before Zoro lets out a huff;

"You're an idiot."

Turning to the swordsman, Sanji's eyes blaze; "what did you say, moss-head?" And he moves to step towards him, but he can't even move an inch before Nami is in front of him, the front of his button-up clenched in her fist.

And her eyes burn with anger.

"Nami-swan? What--"

"You absolute idiot!" She cries, eyes blazing as she glances up at him. Sanji's lips part, baffled, as he jerks instinctively away from the rage radiating off of you. "Does your brain just not work? Or is there nothing in there?"

"N-Nami," Sanji breathes, honestly a bit hurt. "I don't--"

"Nami," Robin calls, stepping forward as she sets a hand on the younger girls shoulder. "Perhaps we should--"

"No," Nami argues, shaking her head. "I've tried to be understanding, but now this is really hurting Y/N." She spins back to Sanji, "she's crying because of you, you idiot!"

"I don't understand--"

"You like her, don't you?"

Sanji's cheeks burn instantly, spreading to the tips of his ears as his eyes widen. "I-I--!"

"There's no point denying," Nami cuts him off (again). "We all know it."

And as if Sanji couldn't be any more embarrassed, the rest of the crew adds to her point by nodding. Sanji realizes then it's hopeless, so with a sigh, his head bows.

"I do," he admits, voice quiet. "I really like her."

"Well she thinks you hate her."

Sanji's eyes instantly widen, heart falling to the pit of his stomach.

"Why would--"

"Sanji," Robin calls, distinctively more gentle. "You treat her so different. You don't fall to your knees for her like you do us. Nor do you declare your love for her every other second. If I weren't aware of your feelings for her, I'd think you hate her too."

There's a million of thoughts that run through Sanji's mind then. Racing through them, too fast for him to properly understand. All that's made abundantly clear to him is that he's hurt you.

He's hurt you so bad.

And he has to fix it.

Nami, seeing the look on Sanji's face, finally steps back, letting go of him with a huff.

"Sanji!"

Jumping at the sound of his captains voice, Sanji slowly looks back up at him.

"Go find Y/N!" Luffy smiles at him, extending his hand towards him with a thumbs up. "We'll be waiting for you when you guys are ready!"

-

You know you should be heading back to the ship.

The sun had completely set and the crew couldn't afford to waste time on an island where you'd all already gotten what you needed. It was dark, you were alone and the outfit Nami had bought for you and made you wear was no longer warm enough in the cool night air.

But you were embarrassed. Humiliated even.

How were you supposed to go back and face everyone? Let alone Sanji himself? How could you ever look him in the eyes again after you had made your feelings so abundantely clear and he had made his so as well?

The way he'd just stood there? Staring at you? When you know had it been any other woman he'd have screamed of their beauty to the skies.

Sniffling, you hug yourself tighter, tell yourself you'd head back when you'd cried all the tears you had in you out. Only then would you face that embarrassment--when it was physically impossible for you to cry anymore.

A wave of wind brushes back, pulling a shiver up your spine as you curl into yourself. You're thinking you might have to cry these tears faster or find a shop that's open later, when a jacket falls around your shoulders.

It surprises you, pulling a gasp from your lips as you spin to see who'd snuck up on you.

The last person you're expecting is Sanji.

Tears still streaming down your cheeks, you jump back from you, pushing yourself to your feet as you desperately wipe at your cheeks.

"S-Sanji, I..." But your voice trails becaues you don't know what to say. His arrival here stuns you so stupid and in addition to the tears, you feel like nothing could possibly make this night worse.

"Y/N, I--"

"You don't have to say anything," you cut in, words rushing without thought. "Nami shouldn't have put you in that position and I shouldn't have run off. Luffy probably made you find me, right? I'm sorry. He--... Please, just, I'm fine so--"

"Y/N," Sanji interrupts you, "I don't hate you."

Jerking, your lips are left parted as you blink up at Sanji.

He takes your silence as an invitation to keep going. Hands held in front of him, he steps towards you. "I don't hate you and I don't treat you differently because I think you're... not worth it or anything like that."

Hands falling to your sides, you inhale sharply.

"I... I've hurt you," Sanji whispers, head bowed. "I hurt you and I'm so sorry. The truth was that I didn't treat you the same as other women because... well... the way I feel for you goes beyond how I feel for them."

Brows furrowing, you shake your head. "I don't understand..."

"I like you--no, Y/N. I think I'm in love with you."

Blinking, your breath gets caught in the back of your throat, shocked.

"And I didn't know how to handle those feelings. I've never... felt so strongly about a woman as I have you, Y/N. So I acted indifferent and... well, I hurt you." He lets out a heavy breath, eyes imploring and face sincere. "And for that I'm so sorry."

Shaking your head, you step towards Sanji, pulling his jacket closer around yourself. "No, Sanji, you don't have to apologize."

"But I do," he argues, "for ever making you feel any less beautiful than you are. Or for making you think I... hated you."

In a surge of surprise, emotion and want, you reach for Sanji, taking his hands in yours as you shake your head again. He steps closer to you, moving one of his hands to cup your cheek. "Come back to the ship with me, love. And I can show you how much I truly love you."

Heart soaring at the pet name, you lean into Sanji's touch, nodding.

"I want nothing more."

Smiling gently, Sanji caresses the skin of your cheek. "And Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I think you look absolutely beautiful."

[zorostitties]

Intertwined; 3

⤕ Luffy and you were like two sides of the same coin: opposites in every way, but similar in what mattered the most. Tied by a vow made with the purity of a child's heart, life keeps trying to tear you apart - but the vow that intertwined your destinies would not be broken so easily. Or, Luffy promised to marry you someday when you were kids. This is how he keeps his promise.

pairing: monkey d. luffy x (f) reader

genre: childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, arranged marriage, fluff, angst, eventual smut

warnings: violence/blood, explicit language, toxic family relationships, death/grief, when i say slow burn i mean it

rating: 18+

word count: 7k

A/N: Helloooo world!! As I promised last chapter, we're finally getting into Plot™ now! Shit gets real from now on!! Thank you so much for all the comments past chapter. Feedback is ALWAYS much welcome and appreciated! Enjoy! <3

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➛ 10

Beautiful blue skies. Seagulls sang happily above your heads. It truly looked like the perfect day –and you couldn’t be angrier.

Why couldn’t the weather collaborate? Why couldn’t there be a hailstorm or a cyclone to ruin everybody’s plans?

Not that it’d make a difference, of course – it could be raining fire balls from the sky and it wouldn’t be enough to make Scarpia Drachen change his mind. Your father was many, many bad things, but he was many good things, too, and his stubbornness linked with his ability to make plans were unstoppable. If he decided he was going to do something, then he would do that and nothing would stop him. He would accomplish it with painful punctuality because, as he always said, time is money.

Which meant that this little family trip was extraordinarily expensive.

Having the entire family gathered in one place at the same time was some sort of miracle. After all, each of you were usually busy with commissions in different parts of the world at the same time. The only ones that were at the Scarpia island more often were your parents and your grandfather; these three not only stayed to manage the business, but also because they were way too expensive for most of the contractors. Scarpia Drachen and Virgus refused to step out of the mansion for anything less than five hundred million berries. As for your mother… she was unavailable most of the time.

But the entire Scarpia family was reunited for that banquet, from the oldest to the youngest, all on board of the black ship sailing the still waters of the Calm Belt, and that was definitely a very expensive miracle.

The banquet hosts were royalty, however – which meant they could pay for it.

If it was a normal day, maybe you would’ve felt some sort of excitement when the Germa ships appeared in the horizon. You had read about the incredible structure that formed Germa Kingdom: thousands of ships interlocked, forming a gigantic floating platform big enough to bear a castle and their splendid army. If it was a normal day, maybe you would’ve been impressed by the fact that the kingdom wasn’t even fully reunited, yet it already looked colossal – how big would the full fleet look like? Maybe you would’ve been excited to see the giant snail species that carried most of the ships.

But no, you weren’t excited. No, it wasn’t a normal day, and not only because of this strange expedition.

It was your tenth birthday – and instead of being granted your gift of free unsupervised days, you were stuck in that ship heading to a banquet you didn’t care about.

Your father was strangely kind about it... well, maybe “kind” is too strong of a word: he didn’t sound apologetic (he never did) and didn’t look like he cared, but at least he said that you could choose another week for your vacation. That was a little comforting… yet, you’d never seen any of your brothers have their gifts delayed. Wasn’t Drachen the punctual man? Why then when it came to you, things could be delayed?

Yes, you were angry.

Fuming, in fact. You hated all of this. Why were your wishes so easily brushed aside even though you spent a year working tirelessly? Another year of no failures on top of that. How long would it take to cross the Red Line? Even though you were considerably close to the continent, you would never make it to the East Blue in less than a week. No ship was that fast. You’d have to wait until a commission took place conveniently close to take your “days off”.

Which meant Luffy would be waiting for days – maybe months – having no idea why you didn’t show up on the agreed day.

Would he wait for so long? It’s been a year… maybe he had already forgotten about you. Maybe when you finally got to Dawn Island again, he’d be angry or not care about you.

You didn’t want to imagine that your year of relentless and tiring work would go to waste like that. Going back to Dawn Island was your sole motivation, after all; the thought that after all this, you’d be able to turn half of your brain off and rest with Luffy and Ace and the Mountain Bandits, to play and chase animals and maybe visit Miss Makino… but all of that could go to waste because of your insufferable father and his business meetings.

So, yeah. You wished the day was a little less pretty. You wished that a slightly smarter sea king would bite the ship despite the Seastone lining and swallow one or two of your brothers in the process. Not this beautiful blue ocean from all sides and the comfortable weather and gentle breeze. Why couldn’t the climate be on your favor for once?

From an outsider point of view, no one would even suspect you were that angry, of course.

Not only because of the white wolf mask covering your face completely. Your posture, calm breathing, utter silence… everything about you expressed serenity. As if your emotions and body were two disconnected entities. As if there wasn’t a person under that mask.

That wasn’t a talent exclusive to you. The entire family stood in line, side by side on the ship’s deck as it docked on Germa, with similar serenity and silence, faces hidden behind well polished masks, standing from oldest to youngest. Scarpia Virgus, your grandfather, wearing his owl mask. Your mother, Scilla, the viper. Urso, your older brother, the bear. Crowley wearing his crow mask. The white wolf. Saqr, the falcon. Samuel and Esmael, the coyote twins. Scarpia Drachen stood in front as the head of the family. His intricate dragon mask was the most impressive of all.

All the noise came from the Germa men yelling orders; the Scarpia servants with their black masks and tuxedos didn’t make a sound, only speaking when necessary without screaming. Quiet and expressionless and boring as usual.

You knew that your brothers were as annoyed and confused as you were, but stayed postured as usual. None of you really had a choice: your father wouldn’t answer any questions and he didn’t even like to be questioned in the first place… so all you had to do was wait to find out why the hell you were walking into Germa Kingdom.

Could it be a commission that would require the entire family? But that wouldn’t make any sense… Germa 66 was known as the most formidable army in the whole world. They didn’t need assassins. They also weren’t the type to not dirty their hands – everybody in the underworld knew that the Vinsmoke Family were mercenaries themselves. So this option was quickly discarded.

Could it be a new business partnership? That was very plausible. The Scarpia family could benefit from their high tech weapons. But what would father offer in return?

You got so curious for a moment that you almost forgot that you were angry. Yeah, screw all this. I don’t caaaare. I didn’t even want to be here!

So your mind traveled far when you saw Germa’s King and his entourage approaching – Vinsmoke Judge, the impossibly big man with his blonde mane, golden helmet and severe expression. He was followed by three color coded boys, all of them seeming to be Urso’s age, except for a girl in pink who looked slightly older. The stark difference between the families was a bit comical, even – Scarpias in all black; Vinsmokes in rainbow. Could your family be even more boring?

You didn’t pay attention when Judge and your father greeted each other with empty cordiality. Father could definitely kill him if he wanted, you quickly noted, but we’d all be dead by his soldiers in a minute. Physical power isn’t all. You rolled your eyes when Vinsmoke Judge congratulated your mother on her pregnancy – empty words again, and your mother was always pregnant, so whatever.

Then you all walked towards the castle.

The adults talked. Well, your mother kept quiet, but the others talked. You and your brothers walked in complete silence. The Vinsmoke kids chatted among themselves and seemed unable to walk on a beeline, sending you all side eyes, though they didn’t make any attempts to talk to you. Thank God they didn’t. They were loud and annoying, but not loud in a Luffy way or annoying in an Ace way – these kids were mean. That was as clear and obvious as the blue sky above. You didn’t even need to exchange words with them to realize that. Their loud antics were a very clear and obvious attempt to intimidate.

It probably would’ve worked on any other kid, but not on you or your brothers. Even the twins were unfazed, not paying them a drop of attention. Walking in silence. Perfect posture.

Boring.

You side eyed the only girl from the Vinsmokes. Her pink tulle dress and white boots were… cute. Her silver tiara, earrings and bracelets matched; a lilac cape that resembled butterfly wings completed the look. Cute, you thought again. She’s even wearing a bit of makeup. Which made you feel self conscious for the first time; your black formal dress and leather shoes were boring in comparison. The only “accessory” allowed was the red scorpion brooch the entire family wore over the right side of the chest. You were the only girl from the family, just like her; why couldn’t they allow you to wear something cute too?

Boring, boring.

Vinsmoke Judge guided the families inside the castle. Germa soldiers and Scarpia servants followed the entire way. Germa 66 flags could be seen everywhere; the décor with golden arabesques and many (many) paintings of the King and his children felt a bit tasteless and, well, boring. Your father and Judge talked nonstop. You had to admit that even though Judge was taller, your father didn’t look less intimidating than him… and he was certainly much more elegant and well-spoken, too. But you weren’t paying attention to whatever they were saying, so – boring boring boring boring.

After what seemed like an eternity, you arrived at a huge dinner room. It was slightly prettier than what you’d seen up until that point: one of the walls had floor to ceiling windows that granted a privileged view to the front square of the castle and the sea ahead. The large dinner table with velvet seats and many butlers were ready. Judge’s seat was more flamboyant than the others, as expected; he sat at one end of the table, Drachen sat on the other end. The rest took their seats following their respective family heads.

At least I’ll get to eat good food. Though eating with this mask is a pain in the ass.

The butlers brought the starters first – it looked like ceviche, though you weren’t sure. While the Vinsmoke kids started eating unceremoniously, you and your brothers waited patiently until your father finally held a fork.

“Your kids are well-behaved, Drachen.” Judge’s thunderous voice caught your attention for the first time. “I’m impressed.”

He didn’t sound impressed… Vinsmoke Judge’s voice always had a condescending tone to it. Well, what could be expected from a megalomaniac king?

“They’re assassins first, kids second.” Father replied with slight nonchalance. “This is the Scarpia way.”

Judge tilted his head slightly. “I’m curious to know what type of training they endure. It could be implemented in our troops.”

By that sentence alone, you already knew that your grandfather would intervene. “There are secrets that should not be unveiled, Judge.”

He didn’t sound angry or confrontational at all, but you saw with the corner of your eyes how the Vinsmoke kids froze for a second… because grandfather called him Judge. Not Your Majesty. But Judge wasn’t offended. He knew better.

A dry, humorless chuckle passed by the king’s dry lips. “Of course, Virgus. The entire underworld knows about the secrecy revolving the Scarpia family… my men are thrilled to even be in your presence. Many people think you’re myths.”

Drachen nodded slightly. “And we are honored to be in your presence today.”

You were thankful for that mask. It allowed you to roll your eyes as many times as you wanted and go unnoticed.

You took a small bite from the plate. Yep, ceviche. You’d be grateful if there was a bottle of hot sauce to pour on it. Oh well. These masks should have holes for the mouth. Put the food under the mask and make sure to not reveal a lot from your face was annoying, made eating less pleasurable… not that ceviche was that good of a food anyway.

I wonder if Luffy likes ceviche? Ugh- stupid question. He likes anything. He’d eat mud and call it yummy.

Luffy… you wondered if he was at the top of the hill waiting for you. You wondered if he’d be too pissed at you for not showing up…

“Soon we’ll all be family, however, so there won’t be secrets between us anymore… isn’t it, Virgus?”

That made you freeze.

You noticed Urso and Crowley freezing at your sides. Saqr and the twins on the other side of the table froze as well.

...What?

Grandfather nodded. “Of course. As soon as we become one, our partnership will be mutually beneficial.”

What?

Judge held his glass of wine and stood up, making everyone else follow instinctively. “I’d like to propose a toast, then, to the union of our families.”

What?

Union of the families?

Was… was this a betrothal banquet?

Who’s getting married? Your eyes flew to the Vinsmoke girl; she looked as surprised as you, which was somehow comforting. Maybe that’s why she was all dressed up? Was she the bride? So it’s Urso – that was the only plausible answer. Urso was the oldest, after all… it was appropriate for him to be the first one to get married.

“Finding a worthy partner to any of my children isn’t easy. The Scarpia family, however, with its tradition and prestige, is certainly the right choice. There isn’t anyone better to be Ichiji’s bride-to-be.”

The boy in red gasped.

What?

Your father lifted his glass of wine slightly.

“And I am sure my daughter couldn’t be in better hands.”

You lost the ability to breathe.

You froze completely as if your muscles became pure ice. For the second time that day, you were grateful for that mask. You couldn’t control your expressions anymore, you couldn’t control the sweat forming on your forehead or the way your jaw dropped or the way your eyes widened.

...WHAT?!

His daughter?! With that… with that boy?!

You turned your head slightly. The other three Vinsmoke kids eyed Ichiji, the red haired one. He looked as shocked as you, and maybe slightly irritated…

Then, he turned his head in your direction.

You avoided his gaze.

No no no no no no no. This can’t be happening. It can’t.

They kept talking nonsense, but your ears were plugged – you couldn’t hear anything but your irregular breathing. Yes, this was against the training, but you were far too dazed to care about it. You knew all the brothers were looking at you from under their masks. You knew your mother was paying close attention to you, probably uneasy that you could do something disrespectful. But no, you couldn’t even move.

Your tenth birthday.

A family reunion announced last minute so you wouldn’t be able to run away.

The Scarpia family could benefit from their high tech weapons.

But what would father offer in return?

His only daughter. You.

As soon as the banquet ended, you found a way to escape the room.

Silently, sneakily, before anyone could notice your absence. You didn’t even know where you were going; you just hid behind big plant vases or tables, trying to get away from them, trying to not hear their unbearable voices, desperately wanting to not be watched by anyone for a second.

After taking a few turns, you found an empty room and entered it.

You leaned your back on the wall and just breathed.

Your fingers were shaking. Your heartbeat increased by the second. You wanted to get that mask off to let some air touch your face, but you couldn’t, which made everything worse. You held the fabric of the dress over your chest, feeling your legs lose strength, feeling genuine despair.

They didn’t even ask me anything.

Which was a stupid thought – they never asked your opinion on anything. But this was, in a way, much worse than anything they’d ever done. When were your brothers ever subjected to anything so life changing like this? It didn’t matter that it’d still take years for that marriage to happen. How… how was your father able to sell you away like that–?

“Found you.”

You froze.

The shaking, the panting – everything stopped the second you put your body back on “autopilot”. You straightened your back and turned around.

It was Ichiji.

He wasn’t alone. His two brothers entered the room as well. The blue guy, Niji, and the green guy, Yonji.

You didn’t like their mischievous expressions. Not at all.

You didn’t like the way he called your name. Your real name. You hated that he even knew it. You despised his mocking tone, the way he almost sung it.

“Why is my bride running away like this?” Ichiji said as he approached slowly. “I’m not pleased with that.”

“I think she’s scared.” Yonji remarked. “She looks scared.”

“How do you know if she looks scared? We can’t see her face…” Niji observed with sarcasm.

Ichiji held his chin and hummed. You didn’t like his stupid face and his stupid red bangs falling over his right eye and the superiority look he sent you.

“That’s a real problem, you see. How can I marry you if I haven’t even seen your face? I mean, what if you’re ugly?”

“I bet she’s ugly.” Niji chuckled. “I bet all of them are ugly. That’s why they hide behind masks.”

“What are you gonna do if she’s ugly, Ichiji?” Yonji asked.

“Well… I’ll have to crush her face, then, until it gets pretty. But I should get rid of this mask first, right?”

The three got closer. And closer. They towered over you.

You didn’t move.

Their mean smirks and cruel eyes were overwhelming.

You didn’t move.

Ichiji lifted his hand to grab the mask.

You kicked him.

The movement was way too fast for him to react. Your foot planted on his stomach with such force that the red boy was sent flying away until his back hit the wall on the corridor outside.

The other two boys were shocked.

You straightened your posture. Your fists tightened. You stared at Ichiji in a way so intense that, even though your eyes were hidden under the mask, he could feel it.

“If you try to touch me again,” your voice was quiet. Serene. Menacing. “I will kill you.”

And that wasn’t an empty threat.

A part of you knew that was irresponsible. You felt the hardness of his skin when you kicked him; you had to use much more strength than first assumed to send him back, as if he was made of stone instead of flesh. You felt that he and his brothers were unnaturally strong. You knew that Ichiji just received that attack because you caught him by surprise, and that maybe fighting the three of them at the same time would be way too much.

But there was that other part of you, too. The one that was sharpened like a blade. The one that knew how to kill. The one that had killed many before.

These three? They had training. They had strength. But they didn’t have real battle experience, and you knew that.

That would be your advantage.

Ichiji stood up slowly while holding his stomach; with his other forearm, he cleaned the drool from his chin. His eyes were widened – at first, in shock –; it almost looked like he had never been hurt like that before.

Then… his blue eyes hardened in pure anger.

“You bitch–!” He panted. “How dare you hit me?! Who do you think you are?!”

He entered the room at fast steps. You didn’t move. The two other brothers looked at you with similar outrage.

“Niji, Yonji, hold her,” the red-haired Vinsmoke ordered. “I’ll teach this dog a lesson!”

They got ready to hold your arms, one brother on each side. Ichiji pushed the sleeves of his blouse back. Your got into a fight position for the first time, expanding your senses, getting ready to battle.

Niji and Yonji were a centimeter away from grabbing your arms–

Their touch never came.

Your eyes widened at the new presence towering behind you.

Landon.

The butler held the two boys back by their arms, keeping them away. Even though he wore the standard black mask, you knew it was him. Landon was watching me the entire time? I didn’t even notice him!

You were reminded once again of why he was assigned to train you.

“Your Highnesses, please calm your spirits.” His voice was husky and expressionless as usual. “This is a celebration day.”

The three boys were also taken aback by Landon’s sudden speed and strength… they haven’t met many people in this world able to hold them so easily. Ichiji was the first to recover, his face covered in a mask of anger once more.

“This bitch started! She kicked me!” He tightened his fists and stamped on the floor like a five year old. “I am a prince! Who does she think she is to kick me?! Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?!”

Ichiji didn’t see the person entering the room behind him while he screamed. Niji and Yonji gulped. Landon let go of their arms and straightened his back elegantly.

“Ichiji. This is no way to talk about your bride.”

The red-haired Vinsmoke turned around to face Judge.

Germa’s king didn’t look that disappointed or that upset or that he actually cared. His presence, however, was enough to make Ichiji deflate a bit.

“But dad! That dog kicked me!” His whiny voice made you want to vomit.

Your parents entered the room in time to hear that.

A small, hopeful part of you fantasized that they’d be outraged at hearing the way this boy talked about their daughter. This stupid hopeful part of you wished they’d call the betrothal off right then and right there.

But just like Judge, they didn’t care.

“His Highness was excited to see his bride’s face before the time, I’m afraid.” Landon explained calmly. “The Scarpia children are trained to never allow anyone to touch their masks. She acted purely on instinct, though maybe she shouldn’t have been so brute about it.”

Judge crossed his arms and looked at Ichiji with narrowed eyes.

“She was able to kick you?”

For the first time, Ichiji looked embarrassed.

“Y-Yes, but– it didn’t even hurt…”

Judge chuckled. “It just means your bride really is strong. Your children are splendid, Drachen. I can only imagine how extraordinary their offspring will be.”

Offspring?!

“Indeed.” Your father crossed his arms. “It’s all settled, then. I thought it was something more serious…”

“But dad–“ Ichiji tried.

“Well, they’re just kids, after all. Kids fight all the time. I’m sure they’ll get along in the future.” Judge ignored him. “I’ll make sure to educate my sons on the Scarpia traditions regarding your masks.”

The adults kept talking as if none of you were there.

Ichiji looked about to explode in frustration, which was honestly a bit satisfying. It seems he wasn’t used to be ignored.

Then, he locked his eyes on you.

He was furious.

Ichiji waited until your parents walked out to approach again. Landon didn’t move, which meant he couldn’t touch you – but it seems that he didn’t care.

He got close enough to talk on your ear. His voice dropped.

“When we get married,” he hissed. “I will beat you up so bad that you won’t ever get to walk again. I will make you swallow this mask. This is a promise.”

He and his brothers walked out.

You stood there for a good while. Landon didn’t move a centimeter.

The travel back was silent.

But not the usual Scarpia silence. It was a heavy silence. Uneasy. Hesitant. It felt that the atmosphere on board of the black ship weighed tons.

The dining room was so heavy that it was like gravity itself pushed everyone down.

Only the family members sat around the large round table, masks finally set aside. Night had fallen out there. The only audible sounds were of the waves outside and the quiet munching, cutlery touching porcelain plates. No one dared to look up from their plates. No one dared to do anything but eat.

You, however, hadn’t touched your plate.

Roasted sea beast meat with caviar and asparagus. Usually, you’d love that – but even the smell of food made you feel nauseous. Your stomach twirled around like a violent whirlpool; your limbs felt weakened. You couldn’t control your body. You couldn’t control your feelings.

How dare them act like nothing happened?

How dare them eat their dinner without addressing anything? Without explaining anything?

How dare them sacrifice you like that?

You couldn’t even breathe.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Your father broke the silence for the first time. It felt as if everyone in the room – except for grandfather – felt a slight electric shock at the sound of his deep velvety voice. “Your food will get cold.”

“It’s not fair.”

Everyone paused for a second.

If no one’s gonna bring it up, then I will. I can’t keep quiet. I won’t keep quiet.

Their eyes slowly turned to you. Father was the only one unfazed. He took another bite and licked his lips.

“What’s not fair?”

“You know what.” Your hands, resting over your lap, gripped the fabric of your dress nervously. Your heartbeat increased, you felt blood rushing to your head and face. You stared at your father, sitting across from you at the table, without even blinking. “Why me? Urso is the oldest, he should be the one to get engaged first.”

Urso tightened his eyes at you with a warning expression. Don’t drag me into this!

Father swallowed his food calmly.

“The duties of a woman are different than the duties of a man.” He took a small sip from his wine. “The wolf is a good mother. You will carry our bloodline with a suitable partner.”

You smacked your hands on the table and got up abruptly.

This time, everyone stopped eating.

You couldn’t believe that. It couldn’t be true. No. No.

Pure anger rushed through your veins.

“The wolf is a hunter!” You raised your voice for the first time. It trembled with rage. “I completed fifty commissions this year! I have never failed!”

“Precisely.” Father was still unfazed – and that’s what you hated the most. He didn’t care. He didn’t even look at you. “That is why Vinsmoke Judge chose you to be his son’s bride. You are exceptionally strong at such a young age.”

“I’m not lazy like Urso. I am better than Crowley.” You didn’t care that your brothers looked at you like they wanted to kill you. You didn’t care that the tension only heightened and heightened at each word.

You looked at your mother for a second.

Scarpia Scilla, going through her sixth pregnancy. Your beautiful, elegant and distant mother. The woman that almost never left the mansion because she was too busy being pregnant. The woman that almost never spoke at meetings and had little to no active voice in decisions regarding the business. The woman that dedicated her life solely to teaching her children. The way none of you resembled your mother – you all had inherited Drachen’s hair, eyes, skin; you were copies of him. Not her. She was just a means to an end.

And that frightened you.

“Why are you dooming me to be just someone’s wife?!”

Father lifted his eyes for the first time.

At that moment – air was knocked off your lungs.

He didn’t move. His expression didn’t even change that much. But you saw it – the ferocity in his eyes. The authority. You felt it like needles stinging your whole body, like a shockwave of heat melting your skin. You felt it in your guts, in your bones… that strange power Scarpia Drachen had to make others submit. To make others pass out in his presence. He let just a very subtle breeze of that power loose…

But that was enough to make you freeze.

Everyone else did, too. Everyone else stopped breathing. Everyone else locked their eyes on their plates, not daring to look to their sides. The only unaffected was your grandfather. You knew even the servants outside must’ve stopped moving.

You went too far.

“What are you implying here?” His voice was quiet. That was something else you hated about him – he never raised his voice. But that wasn’t necessary. The menace was there, pulsing, squeezing your heart in fright. “Are you belittling your mother’s efforts for this family?”

You, somehow, found the strength to speak despite the invisible weight on your stomach.

“N-No– That’s n-not what I meant–“

“I’m making you a princess. This is how you thank me?”

“T-That prince called me a bitch and a dog. Why will you let me marry someone like him?!”

You were impressed at yourself for blurting that without passing out – and the tension only heightened. I’m going too far. I’m going too far. Stop. Stop.

But you couldn’t.

Father was outraged.

“Weren’t you claming to be stronger than your brothers? Why are you whining, then? If you’re stronger, you can deal with that boy.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to crash your plate on the floor. You wanted to punch him.

You wanted to cry.

Have you ever wanted to cry before?

“Maybe I’ve been too permissive with you for being my only daughter. But if you want to be treated like a man, then I’ll do it. Taking your books from you will be enough? Canceling your biology classes? Should I cancel your birthday trips?”

NO.

No no no no no no no not this please not this please please please not this no no no no no.

Your body went into autopilot again.

You stopped shaking. Your breathing went back to normal. You immediately sat down and lowered your gaze.

“I’m sorry, father. I disrespected your authority. I was caught by surprise, that’s all.”

Your voice came quiet. Serene. Expressionless. Robotic.

Please don’t take my free days from me. Please. Do anything else. Punish me in the dungeons for a month. Keep me locked. Poison me until I pass out. But don’t take my free days from me. Please, let me go to the East Blue. Please, let me see my only friend.

They were all taken aback by your sudden change.

After a few seconds of silence, your grandfather let a deep sigh.

“Drachen. She is just a child.” He sounded tired… even a bit annoyed. “She doesn’t even understand what marriage means yet. Of course she’ll be upset.”

Father crossed his arms and sighed.

“Scilla. Make sure to teach her about it.” Your mother nodded. “...I won’t take your birthday gift from you. You deserve it, after all. Your year was splendid.”

“Thank you, father.”

“Apologize to your mother as well.”

“I am sorry, mother.”

“...As a woman, you’ll get used to the idea of marriage eventually. But my father is right… right now, you’re just a girl.” He took his fork again. “Eat your dinner before it gets cold.”

“Yes, father.”

You took the fork and started eating despite the nausea.

The ocean out there. Quiet munching. Cutlery on plates.

Other than that…

Silence.

This silence stayed with you for the next few weeks.

You went on with your usual tasks. You didn’t give your brothers attention when they tried to mock you. You didn’t complain about Landon’s training. You sat down and listened to your mother talking about marriage. You didn’t speak more than necessary… as if there wasn’t a person behind these eyes. As if your soul had left your body.

A new commission on the East Blue.

The travel was silent. The commission was carried silently.

As soon as you finished your target, you made Landon a quick call.

I’m taking my days off.

It took three days to get to Dawn Island.

After nine weeks, you sat at the top of the hill again.

It was early in the morning. The sky had that familiar dark blue tone indicating that the sun was about to rise. It was, once again, silent – but a peaceful type of silence, permeated by bird chirps, the wind playing with the trees. It was chilly. You were hungry.

You hugged your own legs, resting your chin over your knees, and watched the landscape.

...All that was bullshit. Your trip to Dawn Island was supposed to be always happy. It was a small span of time when you could simply stop thinking of your family or all the struggles you faced back home.

Why, then, didn’t your father’s cold words leave your mind for a second?

Why couldn’t you forget about your parents’ nonchalance upon seeing your “fiance” calling you names?

Why couldn’t you forget Ichiji’s disgusting promise?

Why couldn’t you forget your brothers’ – especially Urso and Crowley – mockery towards you?

…

Why were you crying?

You touched your cheeks with your fingertips, surprised to see them wet. Crying? Were you actually crying? Was that a sob? Why couldn’t you control it?

For the first time in nine weeks, you got off autopilot. You took the mask off. You felt things for real.

And it hurt.

You hid your face on your knees and tried to not make much noise, tried to swallow the sobs – but that was quite impossible. Crap, stop crying! This is embarrassing! You didn’t come here for this!

But how could you not when you already felt doomed?

You tried to control your breathing, sniffed, swayed slighlty forward and backward. Stop crying. Stop. You hate to get up and walk to Luffy’s house. He probably won’t show up. Yet, you still couldn’t move… and you didn’t want Luffy to see you like this. He’d probably laugh. You didn’t need someone else to mock you.

So you stayed there until the sun rose. Until the stars disappeared and the sky got light blue. Until the golden rays painted the landscape in new, more vibrant colors.

It felt that your legs were freezing.

But then… you heard a new sound.

Tap tap tap tap tap.

It was slow at first. Almost dragged.

It stopped abruptly.

Then–

Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptap.

“Heeeeey! Four Eyes! You came!!”

Loud laughter.

You froze – and it had nothing to do with the cold this time.

Your shoulders shrinked, you rapidly cleaned your face with the sleeve of your jacket. Crap, I didn’t think he would show up!

Was… was Luffy coming here every day to wait for you? For almost three months?

That made you feel funny.

You turned around looking like a scared rat.

Luffy looked the same. Maybe a little bit taller – still shorter than you –, the huge grin that probably ached his cheeks, eyes tightened. His hair was messier than usual, which made you wonder if he had just gotten out of bed. He wore shorts, a red shirt with the number 56 stamped on it… and bandaids. He had bandages around his left knee and right wrist.

Luffy ran towards you excitedly. “What the heck! I thought I’d never see you again!!”

Then, he opened his eyes.

He saw your red eyes and puffy face and humid cheeks.

His smile fell.

You gulped and waved timidly. “H-Hi. Long time no see.”

The straw hat boy scratched his head. “Uh… did something… happen...?”

You pressed your lips and looked ahead again.

You heard Luffy go hmmmmm. After kicking a pebble away, he sat by your side, legs crossed.

Silence.

He went hmmmmm again.

You didn’t have the courage to turn your face and look at him–

A flick on your forehead.

“Hey!” You scowled at him angrily.

“What? You’re not talking to me! Are you just gonna sit here and make this ugly face?” He crossed his arms and frowned. “The hell happened to you? I thought you were dead!”

You rested your chin over your knees again. “...I think dying would’ve been better.”

Luffy hissed and leaned away slightly. “Ugh. Don’t talk like that, you’re pissing me off.”

“I’m pissing you off?!” You whipped your head at him, scowling again. “You don’t know what being pissed off is!”

“I would know if you told me.”

He looked at you as if you were stupid.

He did that a lot, actually.

But he had a point. Kinda.

You sighed and gulped, staring at nowhere in particular. You didn’t really want to say it. It felt as if, by saying it, you’d make it more real than it already was.

Yet, at the same time, you needed to talk to someone about it… and Luffy was your only friend.

So you gathered some courage.

“...I’m getting married.”

Luffy gasped.

He blinked, tilted his head to the side.

“Congra...tulations…?”

“Don’t congratulate me! This isn’t nice! My parents are forcing me!”

“Oooooh.” Luffy still had that weird expression. He leaned a bit closer. “By the way, how old are you?”

“I’m ten.”

He smiled as if relieved. “Ah. Cool. For a moment I thought you were just a short hag pretending to be a kid.” You punched his head. “Ouch!”

“Don’t call me a hag!”

“But I said you’re not!” Luffy pushed his hat back and massaged his head. “But… uh… why are you so upset? I mean, what’s so bad about it?”

Your jaw dropped.

Luffy just kept looking at you with round eyes.

He… he really lived in another world, didn’t he?

“Everything’s bad about it!” You usually didn’t speak that loud or gesticulate this much, but you couldn’t control yourself anymore. “First of all, my parents are forcing me! Second, the guy’s an asshole! Third, they all want to use me like a… like a cow!”

He quirked one eyebrow. “A cow? Do you… like… make milk?”

“No!” You gripped your own hair like a maniac. “They want me to have babies!”

Luffy still didn’t get it.

“What’s wrong with that?”

He reeeeally lived in another world.

You took a deep breath and turned your body in his direction completely, sitting with legs crossed as well.

“Have you ever seen a pregnant woman, Luffy?”

“Of course.”

“Do you think having your tummy grow into a giant ball is okay?”

Luffy held his chin in a thoughtful expression.

“I mean… I do it all the time when I eat too much.”

“I’m talking about normal people! People not made of gum!”

“Uhhh…”

“Well, I’ll tell you how it is. It hurts!” You scowled just remembering your mother’s state, her pains, her complaints, how swollen she’d get. “Your whole body hurts for months! You can’t even walk after a while! And that’s not even the worst part!”

“What’s the worst part?”

“The baby has to get out sometime!”

Luffy’s face changed slowly. It got more horrified little by little as if he never stopped to wonder how babies are born.

“How… hmm… how do they get out…?”

“From below!” Luffy got pale. “You have to push push push until the baby comes out! And it hurts and it bleeds!”

He leaned away slightly. “From the pee pee?!”

You frowned. “What? No!”

Luffy got paler. He put both hands on the lower part of his back. “From the bootyhole?! You have to shit the baby out?!”

“No! It’s not– it’s not from the bootyhole! It’s from somewhere else!”

“So, the pee pee.” It looked like he was about to pass out.

You groaned. “Girls don’t have this!”

Luffy measured you up and down as if you were an exotic deep sea creature. “You don’t have bootyholes? How do you shit?”

“We have bootyholes! We don’t have pee pees!” This talk was starting to get weird. You crossed your arms and avoided his gaze. “W-We got something else instead.”

The straw hat boy hummed again and crossed his arms as well. “Uhhh. Makino didn’t teach me any of this.” He looked down at his shorts. “...I’m glad I have a pee pee.”

“Anyways! D-Do you understand now how bad this is?! I’m doomed!” I don’t wanna talk about buttholes and pee pees anymore! “They want me to be like my mother. All she does is stay at home and have babies. Mother is always pregnant. She doesn’t work, she doesn’t participate in anything else. I don’t wanna be like that! Never!”

Luffy scratched his chin. “Hm… what if you say you don’t want to get married?”

An incredulous laugh escaped. “If it was that easy, I wouldn’t be here crying about it!”

“Why’s it so complicated?”

He really really reeeeally lived in another world.

“I can’t simply say no. I can’t even run away. My parents have eyes everywhere, and I mean everywhere!” Luffy looked around you instinctively.

“Even here?”

“No, not here. Relax.” You didn’t feel like explaining the deal that allowed you to be there unwatched.

“So they’re not everywhere.”

You groaned again and rolled your eyes. Luffy was always so relaxed. So okay. It even looked like you were exagerating.

He stuck his pinky finger inside his ear absently. “Your parents sound worse than gramps, then.”

“What about him?”

He grimaced.

“He’s sooo annoying. He wants me and Ace to become Marines.” Luffy took his pinky out, rolled the earwax into a tiny ball and flicked it away. Ew. “But I’ll just do what I want anyway, so whatever.”

You sighed deeply again, feeling your shoulders drop. His grandfather was probably just a normal old man wanting the best for his grandkids… nowhere near the hell your parents were.

“I wish I could say the same.”

Luffy went hmmmm again.

And again.

He widened his eyes slightly. It was almost as if you could see a tiny lamp light up above his head, indicating he had an idea.

“When’s the wedding?”

“When I get older. Duuh. My parents are assholes, but they wouldn’t let me get married as a kid.”

“Years from now?”

“Obviously.”

“Huh. So just marry me instead.”

You whipped your head at him again.

“What?”

“What?”

“What did you just say?”

Luffy frowned. “You deaf?”

“I’m not–“ You almost gagged. “Did you ask me to marry you?”

“I didn’t ask. But it makes sense, right?” He crossed his arms again. “If you marry me before you marry this guy, they won’t do anything about it.”

“Of course they will! They’ll kill you!”

Luffy, once again, looked at you as if he thought you were stupid.

“Four Eyes, I’m gonna be the King of the Pirates when we’re older. They’re not gonna kill me because they won’t make it.” He opened his evil gremlin grin. “They got eyes everywhere? They’re super strong? What’s that compared to the Pirate King? You’re gonna be on my ship with my crew. Let them try to do anything!”

It all seemed to easy to him. So simple. So obvious.

And his idea was surely insane. Surreal. A bit stupid, even.

But the thing is.

You didn’t doubt that Luffy could become a powerful pirate in the future.

He was clumsy, dumb and naive. But he was strong. Not stronger than you… he probably wasn’t even stronger than Saqr yet. However, Luffy found a way to deal with his strange Devil Fruit, found a way to make it work. He moved and distorted his body in creative ways, he could do things no one else could. He fought giant beasts daily. He trained every single day. And he was a bit coo coo crazy in the head.

Above all this… Luffy had this dream, this goal, this motivation. It was already much more than you, who just got stronger because you were told to do so. Luffy was determined. Stubborn in a way none of your brothers were. What if he received the same training the Scarpia kids had since birth? He would already be at a much higher level.

Luffy was definitely not a normal kid… and you could see that he would not grow to become a normal adult.

The King of the Pirates?

What would your parents do if you married the King of the Pirates?

Gold Roger was a force to be reckoned with. He was feared worldwide, even after his death. Your grandfather told you once about his brief encounter with him… of how incredibly powerful he was. Powerful enough to impress Scarpia Virgus – and that was a lot.

Luffy at that level?

Luffy, the King of the Pirates?

...That could work.

Yeah. Yeah, that could work.

You put your backpack on your lap and shoved your hand there in search of something.

“We’re gonna have to make some rules, then.”

“Booooring.” He groaned.

“Shut up!” You took your sketchbook and a pen. “First of all. No babies!”

“Why would I wanna have a baby?”

“Second. I’m not gonna cook or clean!”

“I’ll have a cook on my ship anyway.”

“Third. I’m not gonna be locked up in the same place all the time! I’ll get to do whatever I want, go wherever I want, talk when I want, scream at whoever I want!”

“Duuuh. We’re gonna live on a ship! At the sea! You can’t be in the same place like that. Also, huh, I don’t care what you do. Why would I care?”

You scribbled these rules on the paper rapidly.

“What are you doing?”

“A contract. Father taught me to never trust anything until it’s on paper.”

“Booooring.”

“Shut up.” You signed your full real name at the end of the page. “Now… you sign here.”

Luffy quirked one eyebrow and scribbled a signature… his caligraphy was so bad that you could barely understand it. He just signed Luffy.

You laid the sketchbook over your lap.

“Now we have a deal!”

Sunrays touched Luffy’s olive skin, made his gremlin smile shine. He put his hat back on his head and offered you his hand.

“We have a promise!”

Yep, Luffy was very full of himself… but in a world of uneasiness, having someone being certain about anything was comforting.

For the first time in nine weeks, you weren’t on autopilot. For the first time in nine weeks, you didn’t feel crushing sadness.

For the first time in nine weeks, you smiled.

It was as if the sun finally shone through dark storm clouds. As if you could see light in the darkness again, warmth instead of cold.

He brought that with him.

You shook Luffy’s hand tightly.

The promise was made.

[imagine-horizons]

pairing: zoro x fem!reader

warnings : none - just fluff again : reader looking for comfort after a nightmare

—————

“Come ‘ere.”

You had slowly made your way to the Crows’ Nest where Zoro was keeping watch. When you found him, he was sitting on the bench next to the workshop table, tapping the uchiko softly against the dark blade, his one eye fixed on its movement but you knew he was hyper aware of his surroundings.

He knew.

He knew when the nightmares started, and he expected that you would find him. The moment you walked in, the words had already left his lips. The First Mate slowly set down his sword at the workbench , and as you drew closer he reached one arm out and pulled you into his lap. You sat down on one of his thighs and he drew your legs up over his other one, letting your feet rest on the bench. You nestled your head into the crook of his neck, as he rested his cheek on the top of your head.

You could not feel anymore safer than you were right now, with the swordsman’s arms wrapped securely around you. You could feel him radiate warmth, as it lulled you to a sleepy state.

“Thanks Zoro,” you mumbled. He didn’t say anything except you could feel his hold on you tighten.

“Just sleep,” he said gruffly. As you slipped into a dreamless sleep, Zoro waited for your breathing to steady before he moved. He picked you up bridal style and carried you over to window nook. He slowly sat down, and leaned himself against the wall, adjusting your position in his lap. You moved your face closer to his neck, your lips brushing against his collar bone.

“Good night , princess,” he murmured, before turning his attention out the window, to look out over the seas.

[inseobts]

HAII, I heard your request is now open again and I wanted to request this!

wherein the reader has feelings for (any character you want!) and they friend zone her, and she gets the hanahaki disease!😁 they don't tell anyone until they're almost at the brink of death. well, you can choose if the reader lives or not but the character you choose will happen to realize they do have feelings for the reader and they were only confused at the beginning!

it's kinda like angst sorry😅 But I really want to see something like this from you, since you are an excellent writer! ty smmm

Petals in Silence

zoro x fem!reader

Hanahaki Disease (花吐き病 (Japanese); 하나하키병 (Korean); 花吐病 (Chinese)) is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim’s romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

a/n: wrote about this for one of my old kpop fanfics so I got really exciting to write this again for a different media

words count: 4.0k

tags: illness, angst and fluff, chopper and law being good doctors, unrequited love, slow burn, emotional hurt

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The first time you cough up a petal, it’s early morning.

You’re brushing your teeth in the bathroom when something tickles your throat. You cough once, then harder.

A soft, white petal drops into the sink.

You blink. Stare. It’s delicate. Real.

“What the hell…?”

You look up at the mirror. Your reflection stares back, pale and confused.

You cough again.

Another petal.

“No. No, no, no.”

You quickly wash the sink, flush the petals, and press a trembling hand to your mouth. You’re breathing fast now.

“What is this?” you whisper.

You sneak into the library on the ship when no one’s around. Robin might be there later, but right now it’s quiet.

You pull out an old medical book. Then another.

Finally, you find it.

Hanahaki Disease: A rare, fatal illness caused by unrequited love. The infected cough up flower petals as feelings deepen. The only cures are returned love… or surgery that erases all memory of the beloved person.

You reread it five times.

Then you sit back, stunned.

“No way...” you say out loud “That’s not real.”

But the pain in your chest disagrees.

You press your hand over your heart. It feels like something is blooming. Slowly. Cruelly.

You whisper the name you’ve been hiding in your heart for so long “…Zoro.”

You try to act normal during dinner. You sit beside Luffy and across from Zoro. You talk with Nami, laugh with Usopp. But you keep sneaking glances at him.

Zoro’s sipping sake, listening to Sanji rant about proper cooking technique. He doesn’t even look your way.

That tiny ache in your chest grows just a bit stronger.

You excuse yourself early and go to bed.

Later that night, Zoro finds you on the deck. You’re alone, staring at the sea. You don’t notice him until he speaks.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You flinch a little “Oh yeah. Just thinking.”

He steps beside you. Arms crossed “You’ve been quiet lately.”

“I’m fine” you say quickly.

“Didn’t ask if you were fine,” he says, tone flat “I said you’ve been quiet.”

You don’t answer. You look away, afraid you’ll start coughing again.

“Anyway,” he says after a moment, “don’t push yourself too hard. You get weird when you're tired.”

You smile, small and sad “Thanks, Zoro.”

He nods and walks away, like nothing’s wrong. Like your heart isn’t trying to kill you.

You start avoiding him.

Not in a big, obvious way. Just enough to keep the pain small. Manageable.

You leave the room when he enters. You sit farther away at meals. You laugh at his jokes less. You pretend you’re busy when he trains, even though you used to watch him every day.

Still, he notices.

“You mad at me or something?” Zoro asks one afternoon.

You blink “What? No.”

He raises an eyebrow “You’ve been weird. Distant.”

You shrug “Maybe I’m just tired.”

He watches you, arms crossed “You’ve said that a lot lately.”

You force a smile “Guess I’m always tired.”

You walk away before you start coughing again.

Later that night, you’re alone again on the deck. Same spot. Same stars. Same sea.

Your chest feels heavy tonight. Your throat burns.

You cough hard. Petals. So many.

They spill from your mouth, red and white, soft and cruel.

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stop the sound, trying not to cry.

This is getting worse.

You fall to your knees.

It’s too late to stop it now.

The next morning, you can’t take it anymore.

You find Chopper in the infirmary. You pull him aside, whispering.

“Can I ask you something… privately?”

He looks up at you, curious “Of course. What’s wrong?”

You swallow hard “Do you know anything about… Hanahaki disease?”

His eyes widen.

“What?” he says “Why? Who—who has it?”

You don’t answer. Just pull a crumpled petal from your pocket and place it in his hand.

His face falls.

“Oh no… Y/N...” he whispers.

You don’t speak.

He looks at you with tears in his eyes “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?!”

You give him the weakest smile “I didn’t want anyone to know. Especially not him.”

Zoro finds you the next day.

“You’ve been ignoring me” he says bluntly.

You sigh “I haven’t.”

“You have. What’s going on?”

You look at him. Really look at him.

Strong. Focused. Brave. And not yours.

You take a deep breath.

“Zoro,” you say softly, “do you see me as… anything more than a friend?”

He frowns “What kind of question is that?”

“Just answer.”

He looks confused for a second, then says, “You’re a great friend. You know that.”

Your heart cracks right there “I see.”

He tilts his head “Why?”

You shake your head and step back “No reason.”

“Wait—”

“I have to go” you whisper, already walking away.

You cough again as you turn the corner. This time, petals fall from your hands like snow.

You visit Chopper again the next day. This time, you don’t bother hiding the blood on your sleeve.

He panics the moment he sees you.

“Y/N, sit down, right now.”

You do.

He shines a light in your throat, listens to your breathing, checks your heartbeat. His hooves are trembling.

“Your lungs…” he says quietly “the flowers are growing faster.”

“I know.”

“You’re in the second stage. If this keeps up—”

“I know, Chopper.”

Silence.

You break it first.

“Is there any way to slow it down?” you ask, voice thin “Just a little?”

Chopper hesitates “I can give you medicine to ease the pain. But it won’t stop the petals.”

You nod. That’s enough. For now.

He wraps your wrist where you’d scratched it raw from coughing.

“You need to tell the others” he says softly.

“I can’t.”

“Y/N—”

“No.”

He looks at you, torn between doctor and friend. But he nods.

For now, he’ll keep your secret.

At lunch, you barely touch your food. Sanji notices right away.

“You feelin’ alright, sweetheart?” he asks, kneeling beside your chair with a plate in hand.

You blink “I’m fine.”

“Liar,” Nami says across the table “You look like a ghost.”

Usopp leans in “Have you been throwing up or something?”

Your grip tightens on your fork “Just tired.”

“You keep saying that,” Luffy mumbles with food in his mouth “You said that yesterday, and the day before that, and the—”

“I said I’m fine!” you snap.

Silence falls.

You don’t look at anyone. You stand quickly, chair scraping back.

“I’m sorry. I just... I need some air.”

You rush out before they see your hand fly to your mouth.

You cough behind a crate on the lower deck. Violet petals. Tiny thorns. Blood.

You shake as they fall into your palm.

Someone walks by above you, and you press your mouth shut until your lungs burn. You can’t let them hear.

You slide down to the floor, heart pounding.

You can’t keep this up much longer.

That night, Zoro knocks on your door.

You don’t answer.

He opens it anyway “Hey. We need to talk.”

You sit on your bed, facing the wall.

He walks in slowly “You’ve been avoiding everyone. Something’s wrong.”

You don’t move “I’m just tired.”

“That’s not gonna work anymore,” he says “Your voice is weak. You’re pale. And you’re breathing weird.”

You say nothing.

Zoro narrows his eyes “Did someone hurt you?”

That makes you laugh. It’s a broken sound “No. Not someone.”

He waits.

You finally turn toward him, eyes glassy “I think I’m sick, Zoro.”

He steps closer “Sick how?”

You look down at your hands. But you don’t answer.

Not yet.

He understands and leaves you alone.

It’s been weeks.

You’re coughing more now. Petals come in waves, in your sleep, in the middle of meals, behind closed doors. You can barely hide it anymore. Chopper’s running out of ways to explain your pale skin and shaking hands.

Then one afternoon, Law steps onto the Sunny.

The crew cheers, it’s been a long time since you’ve seen the Heart Pirates. But you don’t move from the railing. Your body feels too heavy.

Zoro notices.

So does Chopper.

Later, Chopper finds you in the infirmary, Law just behind him.

He stares at you for a long moment, then sighs “Chopper told me everything. Including the petals.”

Your breath catches.

Chopper looks hopeful, desperate even “He thinks he can do the surgery. It’s risky, but it might work.”

You go cold “The memory one?”

Law nods “I can remove the infection. The petals. You’ll survive. But you’ll forget everything tied to the person who caused it.”

You don’t even have to think.

“No.”

Chopper gasps “What? Y/N, you’re dying.”

“I don’t care,” you whisper “I don’t want to forget him.”

Law watches you carefully “You’d rather die than let go?”

You nod.

There’s a pause. Then Law gestures for Chopper to leave the room.

He does, slowly.

Now it’s just you and Law.

“I don’t do emotional attachments” he says, leaning against the wall “But even I know this is stupid.”

You laugh bitterly “Yeah. It is.”

He folds his arms “You sure he doesn’t feel anything for you?”

“He made it clear,” you say, staring at the floor “He sees me as a friend. That’s all.”

Law raises an eyebrow “You asked him?”

“Of course, I'm dying... I asked if he could ever see me as more. He said I’m a great friend. That’s it.”

He doesn’t reply for a moment. Then quietly, he says, “You should tell him about the disease.”

You look up sharply “No. That’s the one thing I won’t do.”

“Why?”

Your voice cracks “Because I don’t want to be loved out of pity. I want it to be real. Not because I’m dying.”

Behind the cracked door, someone stands frozen.

Zoro.

He hadn’t meant to listen. He was just walking by.

He wasn’t trying to find you. Not on purpose.

But now your words are echoing in his head, and they won’t stop.

“I don’t want to forget him.”

“I want it to be real.”

He feels like something is unraveling in his chest.

Suddenly, memories flood in. You watching him train. Laughing at his jokes. Smiling when you thought he wasn’t looking. Bleeding silently.

And him, brushing you off. Pushing the feelings down. Because love was a weakness. A distraction. Something he couldn’t afford.

But now you're dying, and it’s his fault you’re alone.

He presses his hand to the wall beside the door.

“Idiot” he whispers.

He doesn’t even know if he means you or himself.

Zoro doesn’t sleep that night.

He leans against the railing of the upper deck, sword resting by his side, your words stuck in his mind like a thorn he can’t pull out.

“I want it to be real.”

“I don’t want to forget him.”

He tightens his grip on the hilt.

He doesn’t understand everything about emotions... hell, he usually avoids them altogether but he’s not dumb.

He heard enough to know what this is.

Enough to know you’ve been dying quietly, and everyone’s been hiding it from him.

The next morning, he finds Chopper in the kitchen, alone, fiddling with a pile of vitamins and bandages.

Zoro crosses his arms and speaks flatly “What’s wrong with her?”

Chopper freezes “W-Who?”

Zoro just stares.

Chopper sweats “You mean…uh…Nami? I think she had a cold last week—”

“Y/N” Zoro says, voice sharp “Don’t play dumb.”

Chopper drops the spoon in his hoof “Oh.”

Zoro leans in, towering over the small reindeer “I heard Law talking to her. I heard enough. Now tell me everything.”

Chopper swallows “I-I promised not to—”

“Chopper.”

“I—I mean—she’s—”

He folds immediately “Okay! Okay! It’s Hanahaki!”

Zoro stiffens “Hanahaki…?”

“She’s been coughing up petals for weeks. She’s in stage two, probably. Her lungs are already getting worse. If she doesn’t get surgery, she’ll—” Chopper gulps before continuing “She’ll die.”

Zoro goes completely still.

“And it’s because of—” Chopper shuts his mouth with both hooves.

“Because of what, Chopper?”

“I—I can’t say that part—”

Zoro crouches down, voice low “Is it because of me?”

Chopper's eyes fill with panic.

“That’s a yes.”

“Zoro...”

He stands up suddenly, knocking over a chair. His jaw clenches.

Chopper reaches out “Please don’t get mad at her! She didn’t want to say anything. She didn’t want you to know. She didn’t want to make you feel bad—”

Zoro turns away, fists clenched “She’s dying and she’s worried about me?”

“She loves you,” Chopper says quietly “But she’d rather die than force you to love her back.”

Zoro doesn’t answer.

He just stands there, breathing hard and then he walks out.

Fast.

Not toward you.

Not yet.

He needs to get his head straight because for the first time in a long time, Zoro is afraid.

Not of losing a fight.

But of losing you.

You’re sitting alone in the small reading room on the Sunny, legs tucked up beneath you, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. A book is open on your lap, unread. The words blur. Your head throbs.

You’ve been coughing all morning. You can taste iron in the back of your throat.

You hear the door open and close behind you.

You don’t look up “Chopper, I already took the medicine—”

“It’s not Chopper.”

Your breath catches.

You look up.

Zoro.

Standing there, arms crossed. Shadows under his eyes. A strange look on his face — like something sharp and unfinished.

You blink slowly “What do you want?”

He walks forward. No swords. No usual swagger. Just…Zoro.

“I know” he says.

Your stomach drops.

“I know everything. Hanahaki. The petals. That it’s because of me.”

You go still.

“I didn’t want you to find out,” you say quietly “Not like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I didn’t want your pity.”

He sits across from you. His eyes are unreadable.

“You didn’t want to tell me... but you told Law?”

You wince “Chopper dragged him in. Said he could save me.”

Zoro stares at you for a moment. Then “You turned down the surgery.”

“Yes.”

“Because you didn’t want to forget.”

“Yes.”

Silence.

You speak first “I asked you once if you saw me as anything more than a friend. You said no.”

“I said you’re a great friend,” Zoro says “But I didn’t say no.”

You freeze “That’s not what it felt like.”

He leans forward “I didn’t answer you honestly. I didn’t want to answer.”

You whisper “Why?”

His voice is low “Because I was scared it would mess everything up. You’re... you’ve always been close. If I let myself feel something else, I thought it would get in the way.”

“Of your goal,” you say “Becoming the world’s strongest swordman.”

He nods once “I told myself there was no room for anything else.”

Your hands are shaking in your lap.

“And now?” you whisper.

Zoro hesitates. For the first time in forever, he looks unsure.

“I don’t know,” he says “But when I heard what you said to Law… that you’d rather die than forget me… I realized I don’t want to lose you.”

Your heart slams against your ribs.

“I don’t know if I deserve this,” he says “But I want to try. If you’ll let me. I should’ve said it before you ever started coughing.”

Zoro’s confession echoes in the small room.

You sit there for a long moment, stunned, heart beating so fast it hurts more than your lungs.

But the pain in your chest doesn’t stop. In fact, it starts to burn.

That isn’t supposed to happen.

“I…” You swallow hard, forcing your voice to stay calm “Can I ask something?”

Zoro looks at you, still tense “Yeah.”

You grip the blanket tighter around your shoulders “Do you actually mean it? Or are you just saying that because you don’t want me to die?”

He flinches.

You nod slowly “That’s what I thought.”

Zoro opens his mouth, but you cut him off.

“It’s okay. Really. You don’t have to feel guilty. I’m... glad you care. But you don’t have to pretend to love me. That would hurt more.”

His jaw tightens “I’m not pretending.”

You give him a sad smile “Zoro... if this was real, the petals would’ve stopped by now.”

You cough hard. A violent shake rips through your chest, and something wet and warm fills your palm.

You look down.

A full, red flower lies there, soaked in blood.

Your fingers tremble as you wipe it away, turning your face from him.

“See?” you whisper.

Zoro doesn’t say anything.

He just leaves.

He storms through the Sunny like a blade cutting through mist.

Straight to the infirmary.

Chopper and Law both look up from the counter.

Zoro slams his hands down “Why isn’t she better?”

Chopper blinks “Wh-What?”

“I told her. Everything. I confessed. So why is she still coughing up flowers?!”

Law stands slowly “Did she believe you?”

“What?”

Law narrows his eyes “Hanahaki is rooted in emotion, not logic. You can say whatever you want but if she doesn’t believe it in her heart, it won’t stop.”

Zoro’s throat goes dry.

“She thinks I said it out of pity...” he mutters.

Law’s voice drops “Then her body still thinks it’s unrequited.”

Zoro swears under his breath.

Chopper tugs at his sleeve, eyes big and worried “Zoro, she’s getting worse. No matter what I give her, the petals will start to grow into her lungs. They’ll wrap around her ribs. After that...”

He doesn’t finish the sentence.

Zoro steps back.

He’s never felt so helpless.

“I’ll fix it” he says, turning toward the door.

Law raises a brow “How?”

Zoro doesn’t answer because he doesn’t know yet. But he’s sure of one thing, this time, words aren’t enough.

The sun is setting. Gold light spills over the deck of the Sunny.

You sit alone again, wrapped in your blanket, watching the sea blur into the sky. The petals are getting worse now, they come up more easily, more violently. You can feel them in your lungs even when you're not coughing.

You don’t know how much time you have left.

You don’t hear Zoro approach.

He stands beside you silently for a few seconds. Then, without a word, he sits down.

You look at him. His expression is unreadable. Focused. But his eyes are storming.

“I’m not good at this” he says quietly.

You don’t answer.

He pulls something from his waist. A worn cloth. He unfolds it slowly.

Inside is a small charm. Hand-carved wood, shaped like a sword crossed with a flower.

Your breath catches.

“I made it back on Wano,” he says “Took me three days. I almost threw it out. Thought it was stupid.”

He doesn’t look at you. Just the charm.

“I didn’t know why I was making it. I told myself it was just something to pass the time. But I carried it with me every day since.”

“Why are you showing me this?”

Zoro finally turns to you.

“Because I didn’t just come here to say something this time. I’m here to prove it.”

He places the charm in your lap.

Then Zoro kneels.

Your heart skips “Zoro—what—”

“I’m not asking you to believe me because I said I care,” he says, voice rough “I’m asking you to believe me because I was a coward, and I missed my chance, and I don’t want to make the same mistake twice.”

You stare at him, stunned.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he continues “Not because I feel guilty. Not because you’re sick. Because I’ve loved you longer than I was willing to admit.”

Your eyes well with tears. You shake your head “But... Zoro... why didn’t you—”

“Because I thought I couldn’t afford it” he says “But I realized... what’s the point of becoming the world’s strongest swordsman if you’re not there to see it?”

Your lungs seize.

You cough.

A petal falls into your palm.

Just one.

Small.

Thin.

You stare at it.

Zoro sees too. And for the first time you see hope in his eyes.

It’s slow.

You still wake up coughing sometimes but not with blood anymore. Not with full blossoms tearing your throat raw.

Now, it’s just a few pale petals, thinner than paper. Some mornings, none at all.

You’re healing.

And every time you wake up, Zoro is there.

Not hovering. Just close. Training. Napping with one arm slung over a chair. But always there.

He doesn’t say much. He lets his presence do the talking.

One night, you sit outside the infirmary, wrapped in a jacket that’s obviously not yours, too big, too warm. Smells like steel, sweat, and something familiar.

Zoro’s jacket.

He comes up beside you, leaning against the wall.

You glance at him “Still watching me?”

“Still making sure you don’t keel over,” he says “It’d ruin my day.”

You laugh softly “Chopper says the petals might stop completely soon.”

He nods “Good.”

You look at him “Do you remember what you said? On the deck. About… me seeing you become the world’s strongest swordman?”

Zoro doesn’t look away “Yeah.”

“Do you still want that?”

“More than ever.”

You swallow “And… do you still mean it? What you said about loving me?”

Zoro turns to you fully.

“I’ve said a lot of things I didn’t mean in my life,” he says “But that wasn’t one of them.”

Silence.

Then you reach out, fingers brushing his hand.

“Zoro?”

He meets your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

His answer is a quiet but firm “Yeah.”

You lean in slowly, giving him time to pull away.

He doesn’t.

His lips are warm. Dry at first... hesitant. But then you feel him tilt toward you, just a little. And his hand rises to rest on your back.

It’s not perfect. It’s a little clumsy. But it’s real.

And when you pull back, breathless and flushed, you cough but not a single petal falls.

Zoro watches you, eyes searching.

When he speaks, his voice is low “Guess that’s one way to test if it’s real.”

You smile “Feels pretty real to me.”

It’s been days since your last petal.

Chopper checks your lungs every morning now with his stethoscope and a hopeful smile, and every time he hears nothing but clean, healthy breathing, he squeaks in joy and flails his little hooves around.

You owe him everything.

Which is why you're now crouched outside the kitchen with a stack of pink cupcakes, a tiny hand-sewn thank-you card (drawn with crayons), and one extremely annoyed swordsman beside you.

Zoro crosses his arms “I still don’t get why I have to be here.”

“Because you helped me live,” you say, balancing the cupcakes with exaggerated care “And Chopper basically didn’t sleep for a week watching over me. We’re doing this together.”

Zoro grumbles “I could’ve just said thanks.”

You grin “And yet, here you are. Holding a party hat.”

“I’m not wearing it.”

“You will wear it.”

He grunts again but doesn’t argue further.

You knock on the door.

“Chopper! Can you come out here for a sec?”

He waddles out, sleepy-eyed, blinking up at youmand freezes.

His eyes go huge.

The cupcakes are stacked with pink frosting, each topped with tiny candy flowers. The card is messy and full of stickers, and you made sure to draw you, Chopper, and Zoro in crayon (Zoro has three swords and a frowny face, just for accuracy).

Zoro groans beside you.

“Thanks for helping me” you say brightly, holding it all out “We love you, Chopper.”

Chopper’s cheeks go red “Wha—whaaa?! I—I—I was just doing my job! Y-You didn’t have to—!”

Zoro, looking like he’d rather be stabbed, mumbles, “Thanks, you tiny doctor.”

Chopper makes a noise. A mix between a squeak and a sob.

He bursts into tears, flinging his tiny arms around your leg and Zoro’s knee at the same time.

“I’m so happy you’re not dead!!!”

Zoro looks at you, completely frozen.

You just smile, slip the party hat onto his head, and whisper “Told you this would be worth it.”

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Monkey D. Luffy

You were lying side by side in the crow’s nest, the quiet hum of the ship rocking you gently.

Luffy had his hands behind his head, straw hat resting loosely on his chest.

He was staring at the ceiling, a relaxed little smile on his lips.

Then, without warning, he turned his head toward you, eyes gleaming softly.

“I love you,” he said simply—so direct, so warm, it sent a flutter through your chest.

You blinked, biting your lip to hide the grin threatening to break out.

“Mhm,” you answered, casual as ever.

Luffy blinked. “Mhm?”

You nodded, fighting the laughter in your throat. “Mhm.”

Luffy sat up fast, expression full of betrayal.

“Wait, wait—what kinda answer is ‘mhm’?! That’s not ‘I love you’ back!! That’s like when I ask for meat and Chopper says we’re out!!”

You rolled onto your back, covering your mouth to keep from laughing too hard.

"It’s acknowledgment! That counts!”

“No it doesn’t!” Luffy leaned over you dramatically, face inches from yours.

“What if I never said it again, huh?!”

You stared up at him with wide, mock-innocent eyes. “Then I guess I’d… miss hearing it?”

He groaned, dropping his head onto your stomach. “You’re the worst.”

“Am I?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair. “Because I love you too, dummy.”

Luffy popped up with the brightest grin. “HA!! I knew it!! You were bluffing!!”

He flopped down beside you again, proud as ever. “Still… almost had a heart attack.”

Roronoa Zoro

You and Zoro were leaning on the ship’s railing at dusk, the sea stretching endlessly ahead, golden under the setting sun.

It was quiet, peaceful—until Zoro’s voice broke through it like a low rumble.

“I love you,” he said, barely louder than the waves.

You turned your head toward him, unfazed. “Hmm.”

He blinked. “…What was that?”

You casually adjusted your stance. “Just ‘hmm.’”

Zoro narrowed his eye at you. “That’s not an answer. I said something serious.”

You shrugged. “It was a good ‘hmm.’ Like a thoughtful one.”

He stared harder. “…You’re doing this on purpose.”

You smiled to yourself but said nothing.

He let out a long sigh through his nose, looking back out at the sea. “Fine. If that’s how it is.”

There was a silence.

Then you leaned in and whispered, “I love you too, swords-for-brains.” you teased.

Zoro flinched just slightly, then let out a short chuckle. “Tch. You really like messing with me, don’t you?”

You grinned. “Only ‘cause you’re cute when you squint like that.”

“Keep it up, and I’ll make you train with me as punishment.” he teased back.

Vinsmoke Sanji

The kitchen was warm and golden, filled with the smell of butter and herbs.

Sanji placed a perfect dish in front of you, his sleeves rolled up, a thin sheen of sweat on his temple. He leaned in, eyes sparkling.

“For the most beautiful woman in the world… whom I love very, very much.”

You smiled and lifted your fork. “Mhm.”

Sanji’s posture faltered like a puppet’s strings were cut. “...Mhm?”

You nodded, poking at the vegetables. “Mhm.”

He staggered back, clutching his heart like he’d just been shot. “Mon dieu… Have I… lost you? Has your heart gone cold?!”

You sipped water calmly. “Nope. Just processing.”

“I BARED MY HEART��AND GOT A ‘MHM’?!!’”

You couldn’t hold back anymore—you burst into giggles, and Sanji practically collapsed over the counter. “This is cruelty. You wound me.”

“You’re being dramatic,” you said, setting your fork down. “But fine…”

You reached across and gently took his hand, giving him the softest look. “Sanji. I love you.”

He paused. Then fell to his knees like a Shakespearean hero. “Oh, thank goodness—I was about to write a tragic poem and cry into my sauce…”

You leaned forward, fixing the little crooked curl of his collar. “You’re so extra."

“And yet you love me,” he replied with a swoon. “Truly a miracle.”

[arkaiveofurown]

you got drunk and seduced him

Pairings: Zoro x Reader, Ace x Reader, Law x Reader, Sanji x Reader

You had too much alcohol, so you decided to have a little fun.

Word Count: ~500 - 1,000 words

tag: suggestive

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——

Zoro

The Thousand Sunny rocks gently on calm waters, the afternoon sun baking the deck as you sprawl on a crate near the training area, a jug of cheap booze in hand.

You’ve been tossing back shots for the better part of an hour, watching Zoro slice through the air with his swords, sweat glistening on his scarred torso.

That single-minded focus, the raw power in every swing, the way he grunts with effort—it’s doing things to you, things the alcohol only amplifies.

You’ve always liked pushing his buttons, seeing how far you can take it before that gruff exterior cracks.

And right now, with your head spinning and inhibitions gone, you’re ready to say some downright filthy things to the Swordsman of the Straw Hats.

You stand, wobbling a bit, and stride over just as he sheathes Wado Ichimonji, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

“Oi, Zoro,” you call, voice thick with liquor and intent, stopping close enough to smell the salt and steel on him.

He glances over, one eye narrowing, already sensing trouble.

“What?” he grunts, short and sharp, but you just grin, leaning in so your words are for him alone.

“Y’know, I’ve been watchin’ you swing those swords, and I can’t help wonderin’ how good you’d be at handlin’ somethin’ else. Bet you could fuck me so hard I’d forget my own damn name, huh? Slice right through me with that big, hard—”

His face goes from annoyed to stunned in half a second, mouth dropping open before he snaps it shut, a rare flush creeping up his neck.

“The hell’s wrong with you?!” he barks, but there’s a roughness to his tone that wasn’t there before.

You laugh, low and dirty, stepping closer.

“C’mon, tough guy, don’t tell me you ain’t thought about it. Pin me down, cut loose— I’m ready for ya.”

Do you think he’ll bite, or just swing a sword at you to shut you up?

Zoro’s grip tightens on the hilt of Shusui, knuckles whitening, and for a moment, you think he might actually draw it just to scare you off.

But his eye locks on yours, burning with something that ain’t just anger, and he steps forward, towering over you.

“Keep talkin’ like that, and you’re gonna regret it,” he growls, voice low enough to send a shiver down your spine, the heat of his breath close as he glares.

You don’t back down, tilting your chin up defiantly, your smirk daring him.

“Make me, Zoro. I fuckin’ dare ya.”

The air between you crackles, thick with unspoken challenge, and his hand twitches—not toward the sword, but toward you, hovering just an inch from your arm as the Sunny’s deck creaks under the weight of the tension.

——

Ace

The deck of the Moby Dick sways under your unsteady feet, the salty tang of the sea mixing with the sharp burn of rum on your tongue.

Lanterns swing overhead, casting golden flickers across the weathered wood as the Whitebeard Pirates roar with laughter, their voices a chaotic melody against the crashing waves.

You’ve had one too many, the warmth of the alcohol buzzing through your veins, making your skin prickle with reckless abandon.

And there he is—Portgas D. Ace, lounging against the railing, shirt half-unbuttoned, his freckled chest glistening with sweat from the humid night air.

That cocky grin of his, the way his dark eyes glint with mischief under the brim of his hat—damn, it’s doing things to you.

Why not play with fire tonight?

You stumble forward, a sly smile curling your lips, your heart thumping like a war drum as you close the distance.

“Hey, Ace,” you purr, voice low and dripping with intent, “you look like you could use some company. Or am I too hot to handle?”

His brow quirks, that grin widening as he straightens, clearly intrigued.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

You sway closer, the rum making your movements bold, your hand brushing against his bare arm—skin on skin, electric.

His muscles tense under your touch, and you can’t help but linger, fingers tracing the edge of his tattoo, the black ink stark against his tan.

“You know,” you murmur, leaning in so your breath ghosts over his ear, “I’ve always wondered how much heat you can really take. Care to test that with me?”

Ace lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest as he turns to face you fully, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your knees weak.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game, darlin’,” he drawls, voice rough like gravel, but his hand finds your waist, pulling you just a fraction closer.

The heat of his palm sears through your thin shirt, and you press yourself against him, chest to chest, daring him to push back.

Your fingers slide up his neck, tangling in the dark waves of his hair as you tug lightly, whispering, “I like danger. Don’t you?”

His eyes darken, a flicker of raw hunger flashing through them, and you know you’ve got him hooked.

But then, in a swift move, he spins you around, pinning you against the railing, the cool wood digging into your back as his body cages yours.

“Keep teasin’ me like that,” he growls, lips hovering just above yours, “and I might just burn this whole ship down.”

Your breath hitches, the tension crackling like wildfire between you, and you can’t resist reaching up to graze your nails down his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart.

What now—do you push him further, or let him take the lead?

——

Law

The Polar Tang’s dimly lit mess hall hums with the quiet clinks of mugs and the low murmur of the Heart Pirates unwinding after a long day.

You’re sprawled at a table, a half-empty bottle of sake in hand, the buzz in your head making the submarine’s steel walls feel less claustrophobic.

Across the room, Trafalgar Law leans against the counter, his sharp eyes scanning a medical text, completely oblivious to the party—or to you.

That stoic, calculating demeanor, the way his long fingers turn a page, even the damn spots on his hat… it’s infuriating how much you want him.

You’ve had enough of his cool detachment tonight.

With a smirk, you slam your bottle down, the noise cutting through the chatter, and decide it’s time to rattle the Surgeon of Death.

You stagger to your feet, the sake sloshing in your system as you saunter over, hips swaying with purpose.

“Captain,” you drawl, voice dripping with mischief, stopping right in front of him.

Law’s gaze lifts, those piercing gray eyes narrowing as he takes in your flushed state.

“You’re drunk,” he states flatly, already turning back to his book.

Oh, hell no. You’re not letting him dismiss you that easily.

With a daring grin, you reach for the hem of your top, peeling it off in one fluid motion, leaving you in just your bra—black lace, clinging to your curves.

The cold air of the sub hits your skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in your core as Law’s eyes snap back to you, widening for a fraction of a second before his jaw tightens.

“What the hell are you doing?” he growls, voice low, but you catch the faintest flush on his tattooed neck.

Leaning forward, hands braced on the counter beside him, you let him get a good look, your smirk wicked.

“Just givin’ you a reason to pay attention, Doc. Wanna check my vitals now?”

His fingers twitch around the book, and you swear you see a crack in that icy facade—will he snap, or keep playing the untouchable captain?

The room’s gone quiet, or maybe it’s just the blood pounding in your ears as you hold his stare, daring him to react.

Law slams the book shut with a sharp thud, his voice a dangerous whisper.

“You’ve got no idea what you’re starting.”

But he doesn’t move away, doesn’t call for Bepo to drag you off.

Instead, his gaze drops, lingering on the swell of your chest before flicking back to your face, a storm brewing in those eyes.

You tilt your head, tongue darting out to wet your lips, pushing him further.

“Then show me, Law. I’m all yours to dissect.”

His hand shifts, inching toward the hilt of Kikoku propped nearby—not out of threat but pure instinct—and you feel the air thicken, your skin prickling as you wait for his next move…

His long fingers hovering just above the blade’s grip.

——

Sanji

The kitchen of the Thousand Sunny smells of fresh herbs and simmering broth, a late-night sanctuary where Sanji works his magic.

You’ve wandered in after a few too many drinks with the crew, the buzz in your head making you bolder than usual as you lean against the counter, watching him chop vegetables with that effortless precision.

His blond hair falls over one eye, cigarette smoke curling lazily in the air, and damn if he doesn’t look good in that apron.

You’ve always known how to push his buttons—he’s a hopeless romantic, after all—and tonight, you’re in the mood to be his muse.

Swinging your legs playfully, you lean forward, letting your voice dip into something sweet and teasing.

“Sanji, darling,” you coo, drawing out the words as you twirl the bottle in your hand, “you always make such a fuss over Nami and Robin, but what about me? Don’t I deserve a little of that special treatment?”

His head snaps up, eyes wide behind that blond fringe, and the cigarette nearly falls from his mouth as he stammers,

“M-my lady, of course, I—anything for you!”

You hop off the counter, closing the distance, and pluck the cigarette from his lips, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke right in his face with a wicked smile.

“Then how ‘bout you serve me somethin’… personal? I’m starvin’ for a taste of you, chef.”

His face turns beet red, hearts practically popping in his eyes, but there’s a nervous swallow as you press closer, your hand brushing his apron.

On the other hand, Sanji’s no fool—he knows when he’s being played with, doesn’t he?

He recovers fast, a suave grin spreading as he sets down his knife, turning to face you fully.

“Ahh, my sweet, you wound me with such temptation! But I am at your service—name your desire, and I’ll whip it up!”

His voice drips with flirtation, but you see the way his hands fidget, the slight tremor in his fingers.

You step even closer, your chest brushing his as you murmur,

“I want the main course, Sanji. Hot, messy, and all mine.”

His breath catches, eyes darting to your lips, and for once, the smooth-talking cook seems at a loss for words.

The pot on the stove bubbles over with a loud hiss, steam rising, mirroring the heat building between you as his hand hovers near your waist, hesitant but oh-so-close to touching.